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
Deadly Disease of War.
She turned to the sun and smiled her weakness fading it fast, the light had raised hope that somehow, now would be other. ——————- She tolerated the torment of inhuman hunger and grief, as she was too young to know of a people punishing children. ——————————- Her heart fluttered and fitted as the sun rose… Continue reading Deadly Disease of War.
Nature’s Bounty.
It will rain soon and then we’ll find the days solemn and safe, but sweet if we could hear the plants, who call to one another for water and rejoice at the sweet smelling air that wraps them round, quelling their fear of early deaths, and shrivelled leaves before the fruits are floating on the… Continue reading Nature’s Bounty.
The Tory’s Party
Oh, God! it is bad. They’ve screwed us over and over again, each time they speak it is with a fancy forked tongue, tracing a journey through their choices and our deaths. ———————– Oh, Lord! it is grim, I’m on m knees and weeping, because my kith are hurting sore and the NHS, the guardian… Continue reading The Tory’s Party
Spring Death
The sun caught the shy violet, shedding light on them, as they appeared like sapphires in the grass and gorse and gave joy to the slow journeying. ————- They smiled at the swift, flying swallow retuned to a cold and frightened land, as it dipped and darted, diving for flies while the fearing folk stayed… Continue reading Spring Death
The Prayer of Good Friday
Was it the cross that wounded his soul? As it tore at his every breath, or the nails as they tore into flesh, and thorns that shocked his skull, even the lashes gouging out his flesh, was their terror his true torment? Or ———————- was it in the garden, where he made a choice?… Continue reading The Prayer of Good Friday
Isolating Pain
Her clothes felt heavy and her shoes lead lined, like in a nightmare when you run and run and you just can’t get anywhere. ——————– Her arm hung heavily at her side as big bruises surfaced in darkening black and blue her torn lip, a tortured broken face. ——————————– She was at her prison door… Continue reading Isolating Pain