John Hanafin : Writing

That empty feeling,but hope.

That empty feeling,but hope.

A Poem by John Hanafin


My Son wont existThe thought of himVanishes like a mistMy Daughter is a fantasieThe thought of herIs washed out to seaIts hard to find any purpose at ..
Cowards Philosophy

Cowards Philosophy

A Poem by John Hanafin


Skim across the pondLike the boatmanBrutal beneath Brutal aboveAll he can doKeep the ripples smallAvoid the dangerBut know his dark sideHe eats and pr..
Hate, its easy.

Hate, its easy.

A Poem by John Hanafin


First draft. Trying to express something that's been on my mind. Its a bit rubbish I know. Just stuck.
The Human curse

The Human curse

A Poem by John Hanafin


My thoughts on depression , existence and personal battles
Foolish pride.

Foolish pride.

A Poem by John Hanafin


My Iraqi ribbon,it just sits on my window sill.A memory twelve years ago,Why can't I let it go?Sometimes I fantasize,that I had the abilityto throw it..
Blind mist

Blind mist

A Poem by John Hanafin


Depression / addiction.
The Cockle Pond

The Cockle Pond

A Poem by John Hanafin


I stroll around the Cockle Pond,to try and make my back respond.On the way home the Sun shone fierce,making my eyes fill with tears.If only my mind an..