Hidden in plain sight,

Looked upon,

Their eyes filled with fright.

Empty,that’s what it was,

No laughter,no joy.


playing the games,

Deadly games.



That’s what it was.


No vision,no feelings.




It still is.

My hope sinks like stones,

In a house not a home.

No ambitions,no dreams,



But there’s a light down the tunnel!

A flicker of hope!

But clouded by lies,

In dark orbitals.



Set ablaze your thoughts

With vodka and fire.

The null

on the walls of your skull.

It’s your stained brain,

Running from hell.


Choose to March in the sun,

Like a pheonix in flames,


What you became.









2 thoughts on “

  1. When I first read this, I really didn’t know what to think of it. But like so many things, it’s when you return again and again, they open up to you. I read it several times and each time the prose drilled deeper and deeper, bit by bit until at last I could identify with it. In the end, I realised that it is a mighty piece of work! Thank you for sharing. ❤

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