Caught within these painted walls, unable to get...
On endless loops the days pass by...

Blank pages stretched before me,
threatening in their stark innocence...

I realised this morning
that the unicorn is dead...

Sometimes I wish I were a ghost
To float away from all life's ills...

Here in the dark of evenings light
when silence fills the air...

Lazy sunshine
rains upon the...

There you lay,
peaceful and quiet for now...

Amidst the horror and the noise
as bullets fly and mortars sing...

Unhoused and unnamed,
Smothered by damp grey gauze fume...

Piled high the boxes reach
to brush against the ceiling...

A Stranger Watching Life Pass By
Is this all there is...

She stands amid the chanting mass
crushed on all sides like a pebble between...