Isolated

The world has been forced to take stock
While chaos forces us to remain locked…
Inside.
The freedom of man has been contained
We want to rise
Break free
From our boxes of inhabitation
But can’t, for fear
Of the fall of civilisation

The light

In the darkness, they found me
Though I uttered not a sound
I am the light that binds love to soul
That seeks out sinners to absolve
Suffer unto me the darkness in your being
I will take it into my heart
Light will fill your world once more
As if bearing witness to mans first dawn
A simple promise is all I ask
That you try, every day
To keep a little of this light to light the way
To light the path to righteousness
This is all I ask of you

21 jan 20

None of us choose
Choose to take that first breath
That yell that hails your entrance into this world
In the words of Billy Idol, with that rebel yell
will you cry “more, more, MORE”?
Is your voice
A war cry
Or just…
A mere sob?
What else can you do
but scream
Scream for the world to notice you?

This city .

Sneakily snaking within my veins

Weighing my losses favourably against my gains

In the dead of night she screams my name

No sleep will I get

But this is London

And I’m not dead yet

A little bit of red never hurt anyone.

The Scarlett letters

~Micro fiction~

She’d always hated the colour red, it represented all the things she found distasteful. Things like tomatoes, red pens, the woman in the red dress he left her for. She was thinking of her when she accidentally-on-purpose hit the red Volkswagen in front. The Volkswagen she had been tailing since it left their house. A red liquid seeped silently across the road. The red mist lifted. She didn’t mind the colour red so much anymore.

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