He wields it like a broadsword, and with a pompous pride. He assumes he has a moral right to have it by his side. He worships all it stands for, a simple devotee, and if it hurts and causes pain – it’s not his fault you see.
Imagination
April 13, 2008 By Leave a Comment
Lying awake in the middle of the night, he could definitely hear something creaking.
He wanted somebody to put on the light, but the rest of his family were sleeping.
“I don’t want to hear it, it’s frightening me, I want to get under my covers.
But then I won’t see, when it comes after me – which it will – when it’s eaten the others”
The Beast
April 13, 2008 By 3 Comments
It lives inside, surviving at my expense. Parasitic, it takes nourishment from my hope and will. freedom cowers under its viscous fog. When it slumbers it is weak but rests somewhere safe.
Contented fool
April 13, 2008 By Leave a Comment
A little boy
named Willy
was destined
to be silly
It was his fate
he couldn’t wait
he told his mum
he would be great
he wouldn’t care
what people say
he would be silly
every day
Crisis
April 13, 2008 By Leave a Comment
I’m host to a siege carried out in my mind, I feel like the hostage and captor combined. I’ve been taken over by fragments empowered, and I want to break free but I act like a coward.
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