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