I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.

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?

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

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.

What lingers within me is ancient… prepared for the worst of all poss… No matter how deeply I rest while… it’s forever awake, coiled and rea… It seems to be from before there w…

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

The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest

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

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

Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.

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

You play your cards so well. Looks like you’ve had a lot of pra… You seem to have a thorough grasp of all the rules of the game. As you cover every angle,

How does a landed mariner ever tell a living soul about the exquisite rapture of the sultry siren’s song ? As it echoed through the mist,