O, little tommy, so cute and sweet
such tiny hands, toes and feet...

Escaped the retched grip of death
but ended up right back at the start...

Tears stroll down the face
of a small innocent child...

Sights and sounds to boggle the mind
hiding things somewhere that you can't find...

Red buses line the street
as far as the eye can see...

*to all those who've commented on my recent works...
lets close the windows, turn off the light...

I'm not a man of wisdom
Nor a man of strength...

I'm happy that you can move on
That you're a millions miles from down...

The walls were torn, from which they stood
there was a battle, between bad and good...

*please read my poems 'Little Tommy' and 'Knock...
so you've heard of little Tommy, and little Johnny...

*this poem is about the fiction character from...
Dirty blood is gashing, seeping from my mortal...

I can't seem to shake it off
this strange feeling that i feel...