Loneliness is a pain beyond compare
That knowing no one will be there
It hurts so deep within my aching breast
No longer can one fathom what may be best
Would it be better for me to rid all my ties
Just disappear with no protracted goodbyes
Live whats left as some well hidden hermit
Hide without licence or any camping permit
For no longer can I feasibly stand this pain
Sitting in a darkened room listening to rain
Time only marked by my slowing heart beat
Wishing it woult stop leaving just my meat
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Jonesy, just a human.
It's 8yrs since I started this blog. now in 2026 I am 59, and already medically retired due to chronic ill health. This site sets out my frustrations of how I see our country and world, and how I truly believe it needs to change.
I now absolutely believe democracy is either broken or a cruel hoax that was designed to keep society in its place, undrt the rule of what now we call The Establishment.
Iam still at time of writing this a SWE Registered Social Worker. I am unable to work but use my experience to aid and assist others pro bono.
In Lockdown I set up Vunteer Riders UK, we sourced, manufactured, delivered PPE throughout the pandemic, in excess of WHO standards, we got over 10,000,000 (10 million) pieces and sets out completely free of charge. Not a single penny changed hands. So when I see the corruption in The House of Commons and The House of Lords in regard to the Pandemic, I feel infuriated.
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Great blogs . Helpful to so many
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