3 poems by Rev Joe Haward

Poetry

Aren’t You Better Yet?


Silence sucks fabricated friendships from my veins

whilst dust gathers upon undisturbed floorboards.


Sympathy is played like a symphony,

a broken body longing for a delicate touch.


The whole world is a stage,

my part hidden behind pain’s curtain.


Get well soon messages for the injured performer

dry up as empathy evaporates. 


The world is far more interesting when we’re not thinking about you.


Not so much a dirty secret,

but a detox to secrete the dirt.


Abandon all hope ye who enter here.


That’s why I’m alone.

Better the devil you no longer know.



Prescription


10mg

Pain 

CBT

Pain

Exercise

Pain

20mg

Pain

Psychiatrist

Pain

30mg

Pain

40mg

Pain

100mg

Numb

You need to get out more

Pain












Not Tomorrow


A light hovers in my dreams

Singularity, a speck of hope as I imagine restitution

Have I always been this way?

I mustn’t get carried away

Who knows the obstacles ready to devour my world?

Yet shimmers of purloined purpose

Catch my breath, inviting snatches of what ifs

Do you remember me before?

Autumn sun touches apprehensive cheeks

Careful not to fracture this flesh reliquary

How can it be that I am loved?

We sit, perhaps only a moment

As breeze and breath whisper delight

You laugh at the simplicity of wonder

And I weep with joy because of how you see me

When did our lives spin towards another path?

Perhaps only today

But what else do we have?

Rev Joe Haward is an author, poet, and heretic. His work can be found in a variety of places where he writes horror, noir, and transgressive fiction. He has won the Prize for Short Story Telling and been nominated for The Pushcart Prize. His debut poetry collection, Heresy (Uncle B. Publications) will drop in 2022. Find at joehaward.co.uk.