Not I
complacent, not I
smug, not me
Nor whore of chastity
you set me free
Enrol your self in the game
Enrol your self in the game of
life, so the heavens above will
see you Right
There’s a hole where there once was space. A Poem
The cavity of souls is a painful place
Where grief and loss seem true
Eyes pretence of darkling. A Poem
His face grew dark, the switch, the spark
Escape before he threw me
