Glass

I’ll never again take my sanity state for granted. 22/2/2019 When I first got locked up  My mind was glass That had shattered Under the pressure of insanity But slowly Through force of will I’ve pieced it back together And sealed it with concrete So nothing gets to me Not the violence The drugs orContinue reading “Glass”

Better days

11/10/2019 I like to investigate The quality of my existence The first 20 years were sound Some kids hated school I had the time of my life Proud to be a ‘D’ student First kiss, first blowjob, first fuck It seems only fair That the next ten years should be A slow descent into hellContinue reading “Better days”