Poem: You Were

You Were You were the rage that ripped me out. You were the virus in my eye. You were a cruel and hateful lout. You were the life that passed me by.   You were – not are – and won’t be. You were a triumph unwilling to see the breaking dawn that greets me, instead, you denied me to be…

Poem: Wounded

I’ve been reminded over vaguely recent times, of a long ago past, or rather, the more unsavoury aspects. Never before have the words “there but for the grace of God go I” been more pertinent. Because I have been reminded of something a long time ago, I decided to dig out the poems from that…