writing poetry
for my mirror revealed a...
Incessant flies are buzzing
In these fire-hydrant times...
A path might be concrete and set in the ground
And maybe even coloured, so it's easily found...
The Desert of Unbelief
Where the human Soul seeks, but can never find...
So I’m standing here yet again
whilst the camera blinks...
Once more, it starts.
The gathering of smiles...
We all have mountains we have to climb,
Some are small and others steep...
Preface
As I sit and talk with the elderly of my society...
channel your own thoughts
switch yourself off from it all...
You convinced yourself that I would belong to you
always and forever...
Yes I was his victim!
Yes i am a survivor...
You hide in the background,
as silent as I once was...