buried deep
in the subconscious of my sleep
i see it perched yet steadfast on a hill
a charnel house
where people have been killed
Tag: wriiter
The Signal Box – Written Tuesday 21st January 2020 (Aged 44)
so… quell down the real fire
close up those papers often red
clean up the dirty mugs
as engines gather one last time in the shed
the drinks are drunk,
all the levers have been pulled
and the points have been finally set
Genetics (Originally Untitled) – Written Thursday 3rd August 2006
genetics?
as an adult –
with no reason to complain
that is your answer
a lifetime of pain –
of hurt and abuse
She Looked Like a Smile
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