guilt – Imagination Mansion

Creative Slumps in Stressful times – Let yourself take it slow

Memory

She was drifting away from me again. Her voice; her face; her memory. They were fading rapidly. I clung onto them in desperation. I had promised her that I wouldn’t forget her but her image was blurring around the edges, memories slipping through my finger. I almost didn’t recognise the girl that looked at meContinue reading “Memory”

The First Letter

Dear Nadia, It is raining again today. I wonder if it was a sign. That the world was so sad that the sky started crying. But that’s just the suppressed poet in me I guess. What else can I say? It was a sad day. Alma was crying at first but by the time weContinue reading “The First Letter”

A City Street

Cold feet A city street Bloody suite A frozen seat Death won A life gone Someone’s son They can’t go on Someone cries Another lies As the boy dies His body fries Questions asked Judgement passed A noose is cast Peace at last

The Ultimate Regret

The cell was empty. Except for the chair. The walls were white and bare; the floor metal and stained, a singular bulb hanging from the ceiling. Air circulated around the room with a strong stench of sweat and petrol, filtering out of the small window that led onto the motorway. A dull thrum of theContinue reading “The Ultimate Regret”