Hear the tip toes tap as you sneak down the hall.
I’m not judging as I listen no more.
Your life your choice but don’t drag me in.
What I do is live how I will be dying.
Silence these deeds are done.
Banter will not end this run.
Force is an answer held by those chained.
Rupture these nights and fuel more flames.
With a crooked smile of innocence dead.
Lie from dawn until you are well fed.
Pecking at carrion is a call too late.
Scream for no mercy.
Burn down the iron gate!
Skulk if you think will alone can save you.
I know these trespasses won’t fill your pit.
You dug this hole with all your doubt.
Now you must be the one to stem all of it.
Presence is not your only enemy.
Glance to your left but still you don’t see.
Clawing at new skin.
It won’t be helping.
You’ve fell into this haze and painful are these memories.
Tearing at you now.
Feeling confounded and down.
Perforated by indecision.
As ever you search for your next religion!
Always seeking, never sought.
Too cheap and easily you are bought.
Degraded without a word to counter.
Voice lost, shivering, never heard speaking your own words.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 