Paul Andrew Sneddon

Tag: poetry

River

Mar 16th, 2026

Content warning: this piece contains themes of depression and suicidal ideation. If you or someone you know is struggling, support is available:Samaritans — 116 123 (UK, 24/7, free)International crisis lines — http://www.iasp.info/resources/Crisis_Centres/ A story about survival. — Paul The wind cuts across the field.The old…
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Blue

Mar 8th, 2026

Part One The light is fading out,The shadows have a new lease of life.I cough once, twice.I sound like a motorcycle engine starting up.I breathe in deep,Fuck.Fuck this. The day never started.I’ve slept.Not much else. My lungs feel like concrete.Every breath is a battle.Wearing me…
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Me and the Page

Mar 6th, 2026

I’m not afraid to tell people that I write.In fact I’m not sure I give a fuck. Sitting around worrying what people will thinkwill hollow you out,steal the light from your eyes. You can’t live that way. You shouldn’t live that way. You are welcome…
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Drive Home

Feb 23rd, 2026

One Some days she loves me. Some days she hates me. And some days she can’t make up her mind.I don’t blame her,I understand. Nobody is perfect. Least of all me. So I get up. Get dressed. Shirt and tie. Aftershave.Paracetamol.I go to work. The…
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Shore

Jan 28th, 2026

Looking down on the water. My car parked by the wall.Two weeks since I moved into this hotel down by the shore. It’s seen better days, but it’s still standing.Kind of like me.Swanky resorts are for accountants and bloodless retreats. Here, I’m meeting ghosts.The guy…
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Tag: poetry

River

Blue

Me and the Page

Drive Home

Shore