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

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

Lazy sunshine
rains upon the...

If I should open up my heart
and mind within these words...

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

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

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

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

The glint of gold amongst the green
a berry ripe with autumn’s sun...

So now what comes to pass
as flutters shift where...

Time flies.
With every blink another year...

Time stops dead and all sounds cease.
Air thickens, cloying and almost sweet...