violence

Fearful

It was hard, Watching my Dad Staggering home from the pub, Up the dark Orange lit shadowed Street, From our dusty greased window, Two stories up, Looking down, Knowing, When the key slipped into the lock And he came through… Read More ›

Patience

When the good in people Wins the battle Evil Will wait And wait Until it can strike   So let it meander In Hell’s Never ending realm Until it consumes itself In its own self rendered rage