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Grief is a funny thing.
20/05/2025

Grief is a funny thing.

Release.
10/05/2025

Release.

The uninvited guest.
10/05/2025

The uninvited guest.

19/04/2025

The man behind the counter.

Wrote 14.04.2025

27: On deaths doorstep. As I sit waiting for death, Each time I breathe, is this the last breath. The pain I endure enca...
18/04/2025

27: On deaths doorstep.

As I sit waiting for death,
Each time I breathe,
is this the last breath.
The pain I endure encases my whole body.
Caged from within,
no release,
The system is fu**ed there is no body in.
As I lay,
left here to die.
Crumbling into someone,
I dont recognise.
I often ask why,
why can’t they just let me die.
No form of living,
no movement from inside.
Here I lay within these walls.
No freedom from this life.
We often think death comes quickly,
but in reality it’s really slow.
The people who are closest to you, they only know.
As I lay here. Waiting for death.
I often wonder, when will be my last . . .

A poem by Karl Lee 16/03/2025

25: From the night, the light will come. Sunken into the abyss of the never never. A place within the mind that only exi...
18/04/2025

25: From the night, the light will come.

Sunken into the abyss of the never never.
A place within the mind that only exists to you.
The corridors of life.
Each lined with doors to memories.
Both closed doors and open.
Within these rooms, different levels of a happy or traumatic moment.
Empowered inside to lock down, shutting the moment in.
Shutters that stay closed forever.
The necessity of life’s survival.
A change in you.
The human you once were.
Moments engrained to dictate the rest of your life.
A life that is no longer yours.
The memories of life entwined to make decisions that are not your own.
Minds protection.
survival.
Invisible threats.
Threats that sometimes don’t exist.

A poem by Karl Lee 07/03/2025

24: Society Stand tall, eat your greens.Be strong,like a man should be. Stop!, don’t cry like a girl. You can’t wear pin...
17/04/2025

24: Society

Stand tall,
eat your greens.
Be strong,
like a man should be.

Stop!,
don’t cry like a girl.
You can’t wear pink.
They’ll think you’re gay.
Oh and let’s pray that away.

Put those dolls down!
It must be a football.
Remember,
this is how little boys should be.

Emotions are for the weak,
don’t show anyone you’re meek.
Keep your opinions to yourself,
you don’t want to be called a freak.

Make sure you play with those boys,
not with the girls,
stick with your mates,
and forget those dates.

Man of the house,
you need to act like that.
Women shouldn’t go to work.
What even is that.

You can’t wear this,
you must wear that.
Oh!
And don’t walk like that.

Stand up!
Straighten your back,
you must always,
hold your head like that.

You can not cry,
and god forbid.
Don’t ever tell anyone,
you want to die.

Dancing?
Oh no. . .
You definitely can’t be one of those.

Those colours are not right.
You can’t listen to that,
people will question,
you’re a man right?

What did you say?
That phrase doesn’t sound right.
You can’t do this,
you must do that.

But remember stay quiet,
you have to carry that.
All of those thoughts and feelings;
all on own back.

You must be a man,
so there’s nothing you can tell.
Bottle it all up,
until. . . Well.

Man found dead.

- a poem about men in society. By Karl Fearnsides. 17 Oct 2024

20: The Green Machine Once a thriving machine that was always the dream. With opportunity bursting at the seems. Unless ...
05/04/2025

20: The Green Machine

Once a thriving machine that was always the dream. With opportunity bursting at the seems.
Unless you’re in the in crowd, you can only progress.
Removing talent, removing people, removing dreams and that once solidifying passion.
The green seems to have turned into AI. Run by robots and the removal of human interaction.
There once was a fun atmosphere in stores, and you had guardians who protected that who were slashed.
You had talent bespoke stores, slashed.
Night talent, slashed.
Store colleagues, slashed.
Unfair pay to over worked colleagues expected to do more.
The green dream as definitely gone through the floor.
It’s like you’ve forgot what you were all about.
I remember customer service was the best in the industry. But as the slasher went about that was gone too.
Your passionate colleagues slashed.
Your loyal customers gone.

What happened to the love, the passion. The fight for the green machine.

You have colleagues who had a dream and now they leave because to get better pay they have to find alternative work. As for better pay the answer is always no.

Wrote 24th August 2024

19: Cradle You. Words are said and moments are felt. But the walls around you that you’ve built up within your head.The ...
30/03/2025

19: Cradle You.

Words are said and moments are felt.
But the walls around you that you’ve built up within your head.

The pain you go through, not knowing who or what you have become.

Not recognising the voice or face of your loved one.

We sit together and the emotion is felt.
Like strangers in a room not a word is said.

You know you’re safe but don’t know who we are.

You’ve wandered so far within your mind, not even the light can shine that far.

Follow the voice but the corridor of memories is dead.

Empty bookshelves with books on the floor, heavy as cement that can no longer be read.

By Karl Fearnsides (Wrote 10 10 2023)
A poem about dementia.

29/03/2025

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