Judged by the rodents.
Damned by the waves.
Whatever comes next will send me to my grave.
Wrought by the weary.
Scrawled like ink on a page.
Time is short for I am naught with all this pain.
Stalked by the cynics.
Forced to play others games.
This place is driving me utterly insane.
Shrivelled for my misdeeds.
Impaled out on the plains.
What I’d give to be swallowed up by flames.
Check me out.
Or set me free.
Just end the torture.
Please let me be.
Shredded and beheaded.
But as yet not the fate for me.
All I know is I cannot take much more of this indecency.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 