We are bright moons reflected in other people’s skies
Photo by and copyright of Alexey Yurenev
My latest musings
Confused and bemused stare the young squinting eyes,In the heart of steel city, under banners from ages gone by.Living ghosts bat back indifferent sighs. They look away from their lattes and buns of pulled pork.With no idea of why they fought and why we still walk.The cannon fodder of history; we don’t do small talk.Continue reading “Steel City Blues”
Burst the bubble, Step outside Tear down the self-built, unsafe, foundationless walls, Even a goldfish knows it cannot hide With wide-open sparkling eyes Step outside, See the wider horizons and bluer skies, Are you looking from out or inside? The goldfish bowl? The flimsy bubble? The prison walls? Make them rubble. This is not yourContinue reading “For Sigrit”
No cellmates in the cave,No mates to say be brave.No voice to calm your nerves,No choice is ever heard.No one there to turn the key,No one here but you and me.The sound of laughter all around,All around there’s not a sound.A sense of living and being dead,A sense of living in my head.
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