Tag: Sadness

How vainly I have striven.

The Soldier The door awaits a knock; I am now alone in this 12 by 11 foot room. I faced the enemy walking into rapid fire on Flanders fields, shrapnel in my bone reminds me, but now I face the enemy of loneliness, a desolation where I feel the need to shake coffins. Family and friends look out at me…

Worth Tears

Elderly imprisoned in caskets of despair, dark horror shadows and conveyor belt care. “Will they come, will they ever come?” hopeless hoping. Shut mouths make no moan yet, hearts broken in pieces and compounded by the dread of tomorrow. England 2016: Is it the sausage machine that is overloaded or the empty hearts of consortiums that manufacture Hell? What a…