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Corona Virus Welcome To the Uk

Its here the thing we all fear, 
The apocalypse is near,
The devils spurn has risen,
Trapping us in our homes like prisons,

To plague our planet already broken,
Is it retaliating, squeezing our lungs chocking,
Like the black death the plague upon our people,
Swooping, stealing the lives of the weak and feeble.

The most innocent are victims of the virus,
A sickening twist to this sickness sent to us,
From an unholy ghastly maker,
This is not the handy work of any saviour.

Is it a clense of the human race,
A government conspiracy for goodness sakes,
Bats are where it supposedly derives,
A rodent of the night skies,

Despite everyone's efforts its spreading like flies,
No loo roll paracetamol or thermoeter will scare it away,
It looks like it plans to stay,Just like an unwanted guest, Who's warn out its stay, so I'll guess I'll be the first to say
Welcome Corona virus to the UK.

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The Power of a Panic Attack

The powerful palpitations pounding in my chest,
Will my heart with stand this test,
Another attack has just begun,
Abracadabra out it sprung. 

Piercing pain constricting my chest,
My ribs collapsing, the attack conquering its quest,
Each breath harder, sharper, shallower than the next,
My fingers hastily clawing at my chests raw flesh. 

Panic awakens my pale plain face,
Every gasp leaves a lingering lifeless taste,
Time is of the essence, prayers wont save me now,
The devils claws run deep and are dragging me down.

Awaiting me, a fiery hell of tortured terror,
My lungs burn is my soul to be condemned forever, 
Just one deep breath to save my soul hear me saviour,
I beg of you I am not ready to meet my maker. 

Finally the attack releases my air way, 
The fatal fear and fantasies begin to fade away,
I have survived another panic attack today.

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The Wonders of Our World

The wonders of the world,

The clouds barrel into the pools of blue, crashing into golden sunlight streaks piercing through the sky,
A canvas of colour full of shades you cannot clarify,
As it floats by just above the likes of you and I,

Perched on a grand oak tree the birds soulfully sing,
Chirping a conversation, to us its a tweeting tune and the flapping of a wing,

The squirrels soon notice me,
As they scurry away up the Acorn tree, Watching and waiting from a bountiful beautiful branch,
Until it's safe to come thundering down the tree trunk,
To continue filling up their cheeks and arms,

The bunnies bashful and shy bolt for the bushes in the blink of an eye,
Unlike the bold butterflies that flutter brazenly through the skies,
Despite being delicate delights, full of vivid colours brightening up the sky, Just like fire flies burning bright in the nights eye,

The Lakes shimmer glistening in the rays of sunlight,
With a solid stillness that's glass like, Until a single ripples ride causes the surface and dark depths to collide,
We will never behold the secrets the dark depths haven't told,

Up above the geese are gathering getting ready for a good gaggling or perhaps they're giggling,
One things for sure they are certainly chitter chattering

The swans slide in silence paired with pure panache,
They are the Royalty of the water praised, poised and posh, 
Ruling with regality and gracility and conduct,
Often looking down their elegant elongated necks,
At the peasant quarrelsome quacking ducks,
With utter distaste and disgust,

Flashes of yellow from Spring daffs sway away,
Dancing in the Whispers of the winds, a beautiful array 
Petals from the Violets and bluebells amongst the lavender fields enhance what the emblazon earth's birthed,
The bees buzz in between the Floral display,
The nectar is their nicotine a bouquet buffet,

What wonders our world has to behold from for us to nurture,
The Creator blessed us not only with nature,
But every Acre each creature from the Grand Canyon a magnificent crater, to the Icelandics glistening glacier, everything is a fantastic feature, 
We are blessed, to walk amongst the wonders of this world.

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Keep Hope In Your Heart

To have hope in your heart is to believe,

To have faith within yourself and disbelieve,

You wont more from your life than is given,

To strive for success to be driven,

Don't be hopeless to give up on the fight,

To extinguish that blazing bright light,

It's so easy to just hide away and give up,

To be stagnant in life or cover it up,

It's not always the easiest route or way,

Having hope in your heart makes headway,

Dreaming of hope is simply not enough,

You have to put in the work and be tough,

Pushing forward will help you achieve,

There will be barriers, but you must believe,

Have faith in your own capabilities,

And ignore the negativities, impossibilities,

Believe in the availabilities and probabilities,

Never give up on hope, to fulfil your dreams,

No matter what it takes do it by any means.

Keep hope within your heart so dreams become real,

And life may just seem a bit more ideal.

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Grief a New Best Friend

Grief is so unimaginable painful it cant be explained,
To lose someone you love so much is unfeigned,
Once grief comes knocking at your front door, 
Entering your life, It doesn't plan to stay as a guest
In fact grief intends on staying until you reach your eternal rest
It will infest you mentally, physically, spiritually and you will question your faith,
congratulations on your new life long friend who will love you like a wraith
Disturbing your life is an understatement grief will cause you huge mental distress
That you cannot seem to clean up,  pointless asking grief to help he couldn't careless
Grief is only interested in What hes started,
Which can be Metaphorically described, converted or worded 
Into an explanation which is more understandable  about Griefs power 
Imagine grief Blaring horrendous music louder and louder
Until finally you can't take anymore and you have to find a way to turn it down
But the cycle consistently repeats each time louder and louder grief won't back down,  
Did you no grief also has a best friend who's guaranteed to pay a visit, 
Emotional pain and grief become inseparable and the emotional pain is elicit 
Unfortunately their presence results in the emotional turmoil being irreparable, incommensurable
That's the pain that comes with grief it starts with agonising emotional anguish, 
then overtime although the pain remains, it doesn't simply vanquish 
It always keeps an eye out for any opportunity to thrust that knife in without your know how 
Even if it only twists it a little bit, it's thirst for pain becomes content, for now
The grief firstly comes in waves like tidal waves crashing thrashing with sorrow and woes 
But time eventually calms that ocean of emotions to waves gently lapping at your toes.
No one wins with grief in fact someone has to loose there life 
Someone must die there is no alternative
it's natures cruel circle of life 
You can't gain anything good from grief, you cannot escape it's process 
Which will be filled with ample amounts of emotional pain that it'll oppress 
Although grief quietens down in old age, it's still a feeling you utterly detest and abhor
It eventually becomes a part of you and will be there forever more 
Times a great healer and although time helps and things may feel better,
You always remember the loss of love it cannot be erased as grief likes you to remember 
The memories, are triggered by smells, food, music, friends, family, things we bereave 
They'll pop up a thousand times a day if not more, but that's ok, because it is ok to grieve 
It's a personal journey everyone you, me myself and I, has to go through. 
Eventually you will co-exist in a sort of twisted peace as god is my witness it's true 
You come to terms with the nature of the beast and that it's going to be there 
whatever you do, because you never forget I swear, 
Your memories last a lifetime and are better than a gravestone 
It's a beautiful gift like a chest of treasure for you to keep that you can dive into anytime
Memories that are yours and yours alone to make you smile or to make you weep. 
Grief moves onto grieving, bereaved equals bereaving, 
It all hurts but the world is still spinning and we are still breathing, 
We were left behind, true, because it's our time to live and life is for living.

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Legally Addicted

Legally Addicted
Legally Addicted 

I'm a slave a prisoner to its sweet nectar. 

It calls to me like human flesh calls to Hannibal Lecter.

My lips need its sweet syrup to quench their desert dryness, 

Without this elixir i cannot live my life to its fullest and in diviners,

Withdrawals make me a living corps the walking dead lifeless,

A demon risen from the depths of hell,

Living this hellish lifestyle is where I dwell,

Consumed by a solution never will I be able to dispel  

I am damned to this addictions laws and orders 

I cannot be the arguer for the horror I will endure would be torture,

Do you really think I planned for it to be this way  

I am captive a hostage in each and every way day by day, 

Prescribed by a physician you fully trust and whom you listen, 

However they failed to mention the slight issue with this prescription, 

That being the addiction, as time goes by the dose fly's sky high, 

My body cries with hunger pains that I just cant satisfy, 

An unquenchable thirst so bad you think you may die,

There's no escaping the yearnings and cravings,

The need for it is to great should you try behaving, 

Then inevitably you will be left in a catatonic state,

Addiction has stolen my life, I cannot exists without it which I hate, 

This unholy shadow haunts me following me closely, 

Its impossible to abstain from such a euphoric feeling, 

The more I use more layers begin peeking and peeling, 

Revealing the depth of the addictions destruction and domination, 

This poison begins to rot the flesh resulting in ruination, 

Who knew such pure liquid ecstasy causes such catastrophe,

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Storms Inside

Storms Inside

It's not easy to cry, to shead a single tear
To allow such vulnerability to appear 
But once you start you cant seem to stop
You've just unlocked your emotional block.

A storm suddenly erupts,
Darkness interrupts your blue skies,
No more luminous light on the horizon,
Emotion explodes compromising. 

Rainstorms of sobs can pour down,
Like fine rain that soaks and drowns, 
Thoughts whirl through your mind, 
Like the crashing winds whin,

Making it impossible to construe,
The eye of the storm,
That is now consuming you.
We have no control over mother nature,
Nor her storms she inflicts with such danger.

Emotional storms internal conflicts,
That we try to block with walls of bricks
Can also be uncontrollable without a fix,
All it takes is a single tear to prick. 

Crying can help it can relieve stress,
Like a storm cloud once pressed,
Finally clearing the pained dark air,
Leaving a fresh clear atmosphere.

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A Little Light To Cope With Life

The light of Day and the darkness of night are like Metaphors 
For the light in our lives, but also the darkness where upset occurs 
Glimpses of light are like hope through life's struggle 
Just like that little light at the end of the dark tunnel 
When pain is dragging you down into the darkness 
Those capsules of light awaken you from inertness 
They warm our hearts reiginighting our inner spark
When the light conkers the night and drives out the dark, 
Its those tenderhearted times that stop us from falling apart.

The glistening stars are balls of light that fight against the night,
Like knights of the light there armour shimmers, glimmers bright 
Freckles puncturing the abyss despite the blanket of the darkest eclipse,
The light of the moon pushing through it cannot be missed or simply dismissed.
The moon is like a big bright balloon surrounded by stars of all shapes and sizes 
soon on the horizon the sun will burn through the darkness
as it slowly rises,
Dispersing the darkness of the night, just like the darkness that plagues your life,
The sun will rise with the brightest light, and everything will eventually be all right 

Light will always shine through even on the darkest night you'll see a star or two,
No matter the pain or suffering you're experiencing look for those glimmers of hope, that's the light shimmering, 
That's what will pull you through the darkest times those little glimmers of light 
Some are big bold and brass others mere twinkle shooting past in the dead of night, 
Finding the light in life will bring hope that even in those darkest of times 
You will see, It's going to be all right

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Grief Vs Mother Nature

To lose someone of whom u care 
The loss the grief the utter despair
Bereavement the feeling of nothingness
Can also seem like a cyclone of pain there's nothing else that can compare 
It's like the bleakness of a Winters night
The bitterness of a cold winds bite
The punishments of a volcanic eruption
The swiftness of tsunami's destruction
The thickness of a fogs blindness
The loneliness of being at sea, unable to see any land in sight, On a stormy night
A strike of lightning straight to ur heart Shattering it into thousands of pieces tearing your very being apart
Like the rumble of thunder a warning of lightning drawing nearer
The memories are a reminder like a mental trigger
Then the grief rises like tidal waves as its attack commences  
As it crashes down and u lose all your senses
Knocking ur socks off and the air out your chest
As your legs give way from being emotionally drenched with stress 
A tropical rainstorm of tears come flooding through ur eyes
As u realise that you have to say your final goodbyes
Grief an emotion of utter destruction just like an earthquakes shake 
Causing everything in its wake to crash and break
Trembling from top to toe from waves of shock
The loss washes over u like an aftershock leaving u feeling just like a pile of rubble
You're exhausted emotionally spent, in a mental muddle 
Yet there's no escape u can't be saved 
Like a forest fire it keeps raging it's flames blazing and depraved 
Every nerve every corner of your brain every single tiny little vein
Like a burn the pain of the loss pulses Causing physical palpitations in your heart As u recall the memories, remembering & reminiscing
Like whirlpools, the thoughts swirl & whirl when you realise that someone's missing, 
The reality of the situation psychologically tears you apart
Grief's path seems and feels as destructive as mother nature's natural disasters
Yet after a storm breaks then the calm cools to close & open chapters new & old 
As the destruction heals, and the wounds seal The memories will live on
however grief is like volcanic lava it can lie dormant in the background
Sort of like being in the lost and found Until it erupts the grief reappears to restart 
You strive to find the drive to fight to continue
But like a volcanic eruption destroys everything it runs into 
The grief will consume u 
Mother nature's anger causes natural disasters to tear the earth apart,
Grief does the same, leaving emotional scars and a lasting hole in an already breaking heart.

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A Rhyme Into My Active Prescription Medication Addiction, and the Start of My Recovery

TRIGGER WARNING this piece features active addiction, the struggles etc 

I Can't stop screaming, sobbing the pain in my stomach is excruciating,
Eventually Im assigned a bed to be left in whaling, waiting, 
Finally a nurse is dispatched,
Thank goodness back up to help me fight this Death match at least I'm praying, 
Hush now sweetheart this will help, small scratch,
Well done aren't you brave now the doctors prescribed this and that,
Mum, dad this will work fast to reduce the pain, she should be much more comfortable real soon as it was given through the vein,
I could feel the warmth rush through each artery and enter every vein,
And just like the nurse said it didn't take long before you soon soothed the pain,
Hello sweet how are we doing? Oh much better I see Dr will be round shortly to see if we can get you feeling better swiftly,
See eventually I would become a medical mystery a sort of enigma,  
They, nor I knew what was wrong with me, 
And they wouldn't give a diagnosis for another 9 years actually,
I was at the mercy of The Professionals Whatever they suggested I obliged wholeheartedly,
Wrongly or rightly, and then the horror began with the first investigative surgery,
That was our first introduction, we were both a lot smaller way back then,
On the children's ward at the hospital where it was lights out by 10,
The nurse brought you round about 6 hourly and that feeling you gave me was larger than life,
It didn't take long before you became at constant part of life,
For 17 years in fact give or take the odd short break,
Where the pain would return, ding ding round 2 another fight, another beating down I'd take 
Eventually you would always worm your way back in again and again,
At first it would seem a blessing as you took the pain away my liquid jem,
But it wasn't long before your poison started rotting me away physically thanks to your sweet sweet sugary consistency and then psychologically,
It was like making a deal with the devil to be pain free 
I had to sell him/ you my identity actually you stole it right from underneath me, 
Then soon you stopped soothing the pain at all, unless I took more and more and more and more, 
I learnt this the hard way but I still couldn't fight your lure, 
It's the nature of the beast the evil within you it creates an unquenchable thirst that's never satisfied,
No matter how much you take it still cries begs for you to provide or withdrawals are the consequences supplied,
Inevitably the day came where I lost all control and we could no longer be trusted in this toxic partnership, 
I could no longer take you responsibly, 
So from that day forth I admitted you'd won the war, you'd defeated me
Asking for reinforcements I felt like a failure the shame the guilt and feeling emotionally much less a human to see, 
I had to submit and truthfully admit I had become a prescription painkiller addict to oxycodien, morphine, pregablin an endless list of narcotics, 
But I'd probably take any narcotic available at that point, thankfully I've not hit the streets yet, 
But I no longer have any control over the yearnings the cravings for you anymore, but I no this roads a soloists 
If we're being truthfully honest I'd take whatever I could get I was at my lowest, 
And now here I sit as tears fill my eyes trying not to quit on quitting,
To not let you! this liquid win and rule my life, Because the price to pay will be my life and I want to keep on living, 
Actually I want to live without morphine dictating consuming my body my soul my very being and quite literally every corner of my mind,
This is no doubt the biggest fight I think I'll ever face, and I feel like I'm going in blind, 
I don't know if I can do this but I'm willing to keep on trying,
To find a way to be a clean and sober prescription free me! 
Hi my name is Sarah and I'm an opioid, narcotic prescription medication addict, 
Who's currently fighting her active addiction, the doctors aren't always right,
Research, research, research alternatives to addictive substances are available, don't end up like me fighting to stay alive fighting for a new life. 

(I do just want to add a little note here, I have been involved in a sort of mishmash program pretty pittiful to be honest, however I'm staying strong I'm on a steady reduction program that I've nearly completed, geniuely the darkest and hardest time of my life, don't just pop pills because the doctor says or manage your medication strictly these options were never given yo me and the consequences of using these medications were never outlined I was a child when they stated prescribing me high doses of narcotics my parents followed the doctor's advice. In the UK you now have the right to choose if a referral is sent you can request who it's sent to, if your unhappy you have the right to a second opinion without feeling disloyal it can be done discreetly. DO NOT JUST SETTLE if something doesn't feel right or ok question it research it don't end up on this mess like me, my illness was horrendous but the addiction the withdrawals 100 times worse and there is no help or support available because it's prescription medication not heroin so no rehab centers, no psychological support networks no one will accept me I've had to do this on my own. I've rambled on far to much I think you get the picture be safe take care of yourself and your bodies. Love ?? and peace ??