Category Archives: The End

Therapy

Why should I inflict my psyche on you?

Art is therapy for the artist, that’s true.

Understanding me, you too.

Snow is white, the sky is blue.

Diagnose me, I’ll diagnose you.

Tich Ennis

5th March, 2018

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Get Every Step Right

That’s all you have to do.

Its up to you.

The Devil is in the detail. Set sail.

Tich Ennis

28th February, 2018

Last Option

Now at last I do or die.

Or at least try.

I cannot pay one who knows, I can’t afford new clothes.

No money, don’t you understand?

I don’t, things are not grand.

I myself must find out how, that’s the best way.

I may ring one last friend, today.

Writing this is postponement, I must make atonement.

For what I am not sure, maybe a lazy mind.

I am not the thinking kind.

Some things come easily to me.

Not everything, you see.

My best friend believed in me.

So I will try, and hopefully achieve.

I must myself believe.

Others have done it, so can I.

I tell myself that is no lie.

It will happen if I try.

I have no other choice, its up to me.

I will do it, wait and see.

Tich Ennis

15th January, 2018

 

Best Friend Dead

Michael O’Brien has died. There is a best friend shaped hole in my heart. I’ll have to make everyone my best friend. Tall order.

Tich Ennis

8th January, 2018

Orbit

It seems odd that poems often revert to source.

You may have noticed this, of course.

Back where they came from, they began.

This may be the poet’s plan.

Walk in a circle as the Earth around the Sun.

Back where you came from, where you begun.

You may say orbits are elliptical, of course.

That is if you studied in a bourse.

Look it up in a book if you must before you return to dust.

Or, as I now say, source.

Tich Ennis

27th December, 2017

Anonymous Letter

I am who you don’t know but I know you.

I saw you through the keyhole too.

Be not afraid, I shall not spill the beans.

Do it yourself by all means.

Headlines in the paper inches high.

People will know your name before you die.

In the meantime carry on.

I’m watching you, I’m here, I’m gone.

Tich Ennis

27th December, 2017

Family Life

The nuclear family can explode, it may not be the end of the road.

I am in training for the big event, I may or may not be Heaven sent.

Yes, a family can be Hell, oh well.

They can be Heaven too for me and you.

You only have one mother, would you want another?

Friends come and go, some life long.

You may enjoy a song.

You always have your family, a stone around your neck or a life jacket from time to time.

They forgive your crime.

Tich Ennis

12th December, 2017