Dystopia, the Sorrow
The wave brings questions, each breath a stuttered response, and amid the objections, a flavourless silence, bonds to the unwanted
Read moreThe wave brings questions, each breath a stuttered response, and amid the objections, a flavourless silence, bonds to the unwanted
Read moreTransparency means vulnerability, and that is why every leader on earth measures truth with a paranoid apprehension, and as a
Read moreLost spirits… Spirits loom on the marsh, as if anchored to their deathly end, cast of colour, deplored and
Read moreThe relentless Beat of Life… Time may be measured, but never grasped, never held or capped, for it is a
Read moreBeast and Bok Bok We lived alone, myself and Beast, my rather rotund ginger tabby with a heart of gold.
Read moreSlaves…and we hadn’t noticed Taught the days beneath our feet, paths assigned and directions given, while we in supposed freedom
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