I’m one day out of a five year sentence.

I’m harder, I’m stronger. I feel no repentance.

Nobody here waiting, no hugs on release.

Jus worn shoes, a few dollars, a ratty old fleece.

I walk into that diner with a jail attitude.

The waitress is polite so of course I was rude.

I’m eager to get home get back in the mix.

Itching to get back on track and up to old tricks.

Nobody here worries if I li...

Never a night passed without the words and sounds that spun round his head like brewing storms, ferocious and unforgiving.

Nor a clear day without an anxious thought taking root, left to fester there lie a wound, unclean, ignored.

No one could imagine the terrible pictures he sees, Violent colors and vivid images of horrific nature deemed too vile to be unleashed upon the masses.

Not one, but two...