His eyes were darkly darting, as he surveyed from high. The ivory tower that chained the poor and the care workers to queues at a local food bank. ——————- He groaned as the media attacked him. He moaned behind the bricks at us while smiling thinly, and showing us whitened teeth, which have been polished… Continue reading One rule for me
Month: May 2020
Eating to die?
I stared at the biscuit box, the chocolate, crisps, empty cases and a loaf? just bread crumbs, and wept. I cried for the pain that I was trying to suppress, the old hurts that oppressed. ——————— and I knew that I was heavy and hopeless, I would have to go through this again, and again,… Continue reading Eating to die?
It’s the Kids.
The child lay at peace her eyes closed and her long dark lashes fanned her gaunt cheeks. Each breath taken an effort and each heart beat slowing as her life seeps slowly from her shrinking soul. ———————– Another child lies asleep on a soft mattress and pillows both at the mercy of bullying braggarts and… Continue reading It’s the Kids.
I am no Victim
I was a Victim I am no victim, not any more. He ruined my life took my innocence, I was deceived and it tried to destroy the life in me. Others saw my weakness, But, I will not let them be something that rules me, it erases my expectations it ruins my outlook or confidence… Continue reading I am no Victim
Duty can be Hell
Wearing whatever could be made in time, he strolled the corridors of need, knowing that his work would wrest a grieving groan from his gambolling gut. ————————- He smiled through his mask, at a mountain of plastic moving slowly on tired feet and eyes that showed the shadows of pain and further tragic loss. —————————… Continue reading Duty can be Hell