What you do not see...
Are the five other patients...
I've known for some time now
that writing has given me the strength...
Gone the age of the innocent
Taken near on seven decades to get me here...
The wind breathes on a flower
at first gentle, then with force...
It's amongst us
filling our veins...
Falling during dreaming
kick-starts the butterflies...
Where are we?
These silhouettes that walk like men...
I wish I could fly on air
I wish I could walk on clouds...
But a stone's throw from home
Withers the shell of an elderly man...
An illuminating sun basks in the glory of a virgin...
and the birds flight...
The morning house was dark that day,
the bedroom rank with fear...
You demand to bolt my mouth shut
You try to keep my voice inside...