Life’s commitments encased in a smoke filled room.

Trigger happy alibi’s their home the faithful dock.

Invisible names etched in woodwork.

Whispers united against society.

A realism of their own.

Loyal friendship with endless twists.

A blood runs deeper than law perspective.

Forget me not my child.

My backs against the wall.

A gavel clicks and another man’s life falls to fate.

Dreaming endless riddles as the world turns outside myself.

Remorseful of a life I used to live.

A man I used to be.

Forget myself and let me be.


Copyright G.P Williamson 2014


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