Dead-end

He can’t think Nothing springs to mind Dried up inside his head A dead-end he does find Will nothing come … Continue reading Dead-end

From The Front

I write this letter to you My beloved, where my heart is true To tell you that I love you … Continue reading From The Front

Eyes stinging from just waking up The sun is shining through the window Time to do what’s in his blood … Continue reading Dead Summer

In front of a screen all day Then home on the sofa to lay Unwinding from all the stress Today … Continue reading Contact