Myles Foale

Changing States 5 Amber -> Green The beauty of the day after days of cloud ...

If the poems seem depressing It's because I'm living in the dark I can't see the words as they seep out Forming my poor excuse for art My words bleed and blot the pages Tumbling free and making a mess Writing without light is messy work Each line becomes one I will regret I want to set my verse on fire And cast them out amongst the waves It was therapy, to write it out The truth is, I've not be fine for days ...

I'm broken And I'm not sure How to put myself Back together ...

Changing states 4 Amber -> Red The dark morning's sky that greeted me as I emerged from my house for work ...

The hopelessness of hope Fades into the ether of despair Leaving nothing but agony To much weight to bare ...

Changing States 3 Amber -> Green. Time spent in the company of a friend Without judgement, only love Sharing ideas, news and worries I left a better man ...

Changing States 2 Amber -> Amber/Green. The gratitude of a stranger when I found their phone. ...

Amongst the rocky seas And wobbly knees She is my island And when we're close I feel hope When she's there I can cope ...

Changing States 1 Amber -> Green. Seeing the sun rays break through the clouds on a cold December morning ...