Seasons

I suffer in the Summer, the nasty neighbours gather, in force
I stay inside, to avoid confrontation, of course
Trapped in my own home, surrounded by hate
In the lighter nights, they stay out longer, late
In the Winter, it is darker, the weather inclement, cold
The cowards stay inside then, no sign, not so bold
However, this time I suffer most, the darkness enveloping, tangible, oppressive, hemmed in
All the flowers and leaves have gone, the grass has receded, it is windy, wet, consuming
The foliage that gave us privacy, has diminished, waiting for the Spring
And the wind seems to whisper, melancholy, eerie, and frightening
The sun is a milky yellow, covered by clouds and chem-trails, blotting out the light
At one o’clock in the afternoon, it feels like eleven o’clock at night!
My senses become hay wired, every sound a distraction
The clock inside of my head, seems to confuse time, the cogs have lost their traction
Shudders rack my body, like someone, walked on my grave
And the feeling of sorrow, is amplified, The Sun is what I crave
It’s warming glow, and rays that grow, the flower and the fauna, blossom and trees
And butterflies, and birds singing and feeding, and sweet scented pollen collected by bees
Activity is abundant, in the Summer days
As nature is in full glory, under the Sun’s rays
The Winter is dominant, as the Sun dies
And birds migrate to warmer climates, emptying the skies
The clouds seem to become one, the sky no longer blue
Now a dirty, weak grey, with darker shades and hues
I look outside, into the road, the school run is in full swing, breaking the silence fast
Parents collecting their children, double parking, and on resident’s driveways, I shake my head aghast!
Most only live three hundred yards away, walking distance for sure
I suppose in this new era, walking that short distance, is a chore
My downstairs neighbour has put his bin out, hmmm! What can I say?
It is not the first time he has done this, they actually came yesterday
He does this on purpose, just to wind me up, twat!
Normally hoards his rubbish, puts it in his shed, encouraging mice and rats
Complained to the council, but the left wing housing officer, only has a word
Looking out for this bloke, wrapping him in cotton wool, absurd
But is forever scolding us, and we have done nothing wrong, crazy
Looking out for this man, who is absolutely lazy
Mental health problems, yes, I have them too
I have lived here for thirty years, but have no rights, insane, loopy! Loo!
So just to rub it in, he puts his bin out on the wrong day
Household rubbish, plastic, glass, cans, even an old rusty tray!
Yet we have to recycle, or get fined, and a letter telling us off! Bloody cheek!
And he seems to do what he wants, every day, every week
He is a vindictive little man, but shows a different side to the authorities, lying
Puts on a show, he is very clever, the facade, pretending, crying
Stands behind his curtain, up to no good
As the children leave school, from all over the neighbourhood
His friends next door, that is a different dynamic, criminals they are
Dealing drugs, threatening residents, and damaging cars
The housing officer looks out for them too, the wanker, my God!
Anti-social behaviour, no respect, and no sign of PC Plod!
Yet we are told to remove our cameras, the only chance we have, in this ghetto Town
But the criminals complained, and the housing officer made us take them down
They recently had a row, the drug dealers in the next block over, no consequences, it would seem
Criminal damage to their council property, and nobody says a word, I feel like I am in, a weird dream
Structural damage, the reinforced steel is on show, and they go on as before, lame
No visit, no questions, just like yesterday, the same
This housing officer, no sign, no fuss
Yet he seems to think it is ok, to question and have a go at us
So, Christmas is fast approaching, and a new year, 2019, almost here
And I will do this all over again, just like last year