Category: Loss

On rocks

For all those who argue. For those who can be irrational and unreasonable and who misremember the facts.

Saturday, September 8

My first prose poem. That’s all.

“Sasha, from Maidstone, Kent, was last seen on Saturday…” That’s how it went, “last seen on Saturday, September 8, after leaving a friend’s house at around 11. The 17-year-old brunette was caught on CCTV walking towards home, down Union Street.” On Saturday, September 8.

If I should die

We mourn those who die but, really, who and what are we mourning for?

If I should die,

don’t cry for me.

I’ll be dead you see.

I’ll have gone,

escaped life’s throng

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