Little Voice

'I don't want to be alone any more.'

It was such a little voice,

Lost into the enormous space that was...

 Everything else.

But all over the world,

The same thoughts were spoken,

ARE spoken;

Repeated

By hundreds,

Maybe thousands;

Maybe hundreds of thousands

Of lonely souls,

Over and over,

Filling the skies with their voices.

How is it that we don't hear such a cacophony?

Only sometimes we catch it,

Slithering across a desperate eye,

As dark as sadness.
Don't let them be alone.
Let's listen.

Avalanche

There's an avalanche of words,

They're building;

Backing up inside my head.

Inside this

Hormone soup of flesh,

This body, brain,

Half mental fed.

Neurotic neurons

Semi sluggish

Turning all my dreams 

To rubbish.

Confidence is

Serotonin,

Can't you hear my

Heart beat moaning?

And what was it

That organ said?

Who cares.

It argues

With my sanity

And leaves

My thoughts

Half dead.

Have you seen this dog?

Not so much a blog entry today as a plea for help. Our family dog is missing. I say he's our family dog because everyone in our family loves him. He's been missing since yesterday afternoon. He was last seen in Stanley Park in Gosport, Hampshire where he was being walked by his owner, my brother in law. He's a beagle. He's 7 years old. He's called Misket (pronounced like biscuit). One minute there, next minute not. He's not with the council, he's not with the RSPCA. It's a small hope, but any hope is better than none. Please get in touch if you see him, or you know of anyone that's suddenly acquired a beagle under suspicious circumstances. Thanks!