Realisation
My words are not my own,
And the more I write
The more I realise
They never have been.
2015, A.S.
The well
I write what I want to write,
So if you read what you want to read,
Perhaps this is not
The right poem for you.
I know you are reading this for a reason;
You have been looking,
But haven’t found,
You’ve been hoping,
That the gaping hole in the ground
You seem to have fallen through
Is not permanent,
Or deeper than you thought
When you tripped
And sank below the surface.
Unfortunately, I’m not here to tell you
How to get out,
All I can tell you
Is how you fell in.
2015, A.S.
Maria
Explosion
Gas
Fire
Numb, she sits there,
Blank stare,
Deadened mind,
Her 12 year old
Crushes the beer can under his heel,
The fire burns all night.
2015, A.S.
Renegade Parade
Here come the pink trumpets
Blowing a tune to which your feet
Will dance till dawn
Rejoice, we have no choice.
Here comes the pirate ship
The cool breeze
The white capped waves
Here comes the memory,
Soon to become eventuality.
Take me back to the time
Before we fell into this ditch
You and me and everyone.
15.9.2017, A.S.