Unhoused and unnamed,
Smothered by damp grey gauze fume...

Amidst the horror and the noise
as bullets fly and mortars sing...

So now what comes to pass
as flutters shift where...

Time flies.
With every blink another year...

Here in the dark of evenings light
when silence fills the air...

Caught within these painted walls, unable to get...
On endless loops the days pass by...

Time stops dead and all sounds cease.
Air thickens, cloying and almost sweet...

I realised this morning
that the unicorn is dead...

Lazy sunshine
rains upon the...

There you lay,
peaceful and quiet for now...

She stands amid the chanting mass
crushed on all sides like a pebble between...

Sometimes I wish I were a ghost
To float away from all life's ills...