Rot

A black shadow sits before me Gutteral growls reach my ears Fine pointed teeth drip menace Warm breath washes my face But it sits And waits
I move The shadow moves I run The shadow runs I feel the breath of redemption Let those teeth release me Forgive my sins So I may sleep
There is no sleep For tainted souls An endless path just followed To places we should forget No joy, no smiles A mire of endless misery
Weep not for me Weep only for those left To rot in foreign fields To never be returned Mourned but never given rites Alone they lie forever
The black dogs howl and bark At every rising sun Reminding all of horrors done Never ceasing Never silent Always present Always judging

The Artist

The electric screen it shimmers and it sparkles
as she sits and makes the moves
that make the art begin,
pushing pixels around a palette
making them behave.
Marching, dancing into things
we all believe.
Creation is an art.
Understanding art
is simple,
just enjoy.

Gail Says ....

As she walks down the hallway 
shutting each door she passes

Because it's time

Time to lock away the past.
Walk away from the bad memories,
step into the future

Face it unbowed, unflinching,
prepared to fight
for the right to smile
every day.

A bunch of keys
tossed into the surf
losing the past forever.
Each footprint erased 
by the tide,
inviting a journey 
into the uncharted.


thanks to @sonnybees for the inspiration

Dreams

Simple task ...  

Took 3hrs ...  

Totally exhausted ...  

So much pain ...  

Not worth it ....  

Will try to sleep ...  

Wait for the dreams again .. 

The dream continues ..  

Yellow T Shirt dress ..  

Grubby ...  

2 small blood splashes ..  

Logo scrubbed out with marker pen ..  

Dirty chestnut hair 

Red trainers ...  

Skinny and scared ...  

Sobbing ...  

Shaking ...  

Glued to the spot ..  

Hold her gently ..  

Treat her like glass ..  

Fragile. 

Who was the blonde?..  

Bobbed hair ...  

Designer pink dress ..  

Russian ? ..  

Eastern European? ..  

Sits on a desk ..  

Smokes ...  

Smiles .. 

The girl in the yellow dress returns ...  

Who is she?..  

What does she want? ...  

What does she mean? ...  

Dirty, sobbing, scared ...  

Why? ... 

The black marker scribble ..  

Bullet burn ..  

Blood splash from the wound ..  

Sliced neck ..  

Red trainers I bought her? ..  

Memory .. 

The yellow dress ..  

Haunts me ..  

A child ..  

A future never realised ..  

Conceived but not born ..  

Died in her mother's womb ..  

A daughter .. 

Age does not kill you ..  

Nor disease ..  

Memories have that honour ..  

Seeping through you ..  

A toxic virus ..  

A gateway to hell ..