christmas-poem The trees are all but bare, Save steadfast pines which winter months do spare. the nights grow long yet sleep does not prevail for little children set on St Nick’s tale Their windows grow with baited breath opaque as, eyes set skyward…
I heard a car brake harshly and turn around. I heard it rev the engine then accelerate back in my direction. I heard it screech to a skidding halt outside. I heard the car doors slam shut. I heard the doorbell ring. I heard my footsteps race down the…
Think of complete darkness. Nothing is visible. A windows opens. It’s bright! Light streams in but you can’t see outside. It’s a white blur. Your eyes now start to wander the room. A bloodied knife! On a table; dead centre of the room. The blood…
As I squeeze my way out of the crowded lift and walk toward the exit, I feel a cool breeze on my face. The working week is over. Stepping outside I see that it’s raining, I don’t have an umbrella. I lift the hood of my fleece jacket and accept that…
As I stand with my toes hanging over the edge, I look down into the void and think about the choices that have lead me here… to this very spot… to the end… I open my eyes to see the most wonderful day I have seen to date. Clear deep blue skies with…
