Claire Nixon

Sanity

I’ve held you all these years, Supporting you through all. I plead for your hand just this once, Then I realise I was always alone, Suffering with my hidden pain, Struggling with my past.

Independence

Listen… Thud-thud Can you hear it? Thud-thud It’s the beat of my heart. Thud-thud I shall live on. Thud-thud My tortured soul Is not willing to rest. Thud-thud-thud This war has just begun. I’ve

What have I became in this false fantasy? Thriving on something sweet, submerging into another world. Without it I tumble transforming into nothing. I’m locked in a stalemate not capable to stir. Look closely

Christmas Morn

Cold frosty mornings Ice on window pain Huddle under coats Keep the warmth in Tiptoe down the stairs All quiet and hushed Barge through the door To see what’s waiting for us. A Christmas

Confused

I discover myself misplaced Winding through everlasting paths. I don’t belong at this point. Yet, I yearn to feel, Taste and catch sight of Something real. I have nothing to lose. With gaping wounds