I’m not really here right now. I can only be here when no-one’s a… and I know no-one can see me. Even when i speak to you, I’m sort of not really here.

Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise

Is there any way I might touch yo… that doesn’t skim right off the su… of your exquisitely contrived vene… Is there a plea which I might utt… that would stir you from within?

Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.

Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise

Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows

Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.

These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,

Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.

There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?

From the first remembered breath, I was running to escape. I didn’t need a map. It didn’t matter which direction. It hurt too much for any fool to s…

Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?