Suffering

Poetry by Ross Adamson

Gloom-Tinted Glasses

Gloom-Tinted Glasses

Depression is a washout lens, Infusing hues with grey. It dulls the best sensations And enshrouds the brightest day ...

Ezadeen

Ezadeen

‘We'd like to thank you, one and all, For financing this trip. But, sadly, owing to this squall, Your crew’s abandoned ship ...

Self-Destroyed

Self-Destroyed

As ghostly as a graveyard In the murky depths of night, His eyes are like extinguished fires, Long gone the gift of light ...

Je suis Charlie

Je suis Charlie

Charlie Hebdo. Mindless slaughter. Hopeless dogma. Inhumane ...

Blue Monday

Blue Monday

Blue Monday is here, the media says: A day of despondence and gloom. But really it’s only a marketing ploy To get us to spend and consume ...

Tribute to Tyranny

Tribute to Tyranny

A tyrant Saudi king dies And we fly the flags half-mast, Despite their human rights abuses, Now and recent past ...

Good Days

Good Days

You only see me on good days. On bad days I suffer alone. When feeling half-dead, I curl up in my bed And I hide from the world on my own ...

In The End

In The End

I’ve reached the conclusion That life’s an illusion And death’s just the end of the show. But one thing’s uncertain: At the fall of the curtain, What happens and where do we go? ...