POETRY

I remember when I first took it in, couldn’t forget how it filled my lungs that feeling, like innocent arousal from a first I remember

Walking down the dark alley, The air filled with a stench of rot Litter crunching below my feet, The heavy boots making a thud, Neon

She just stared at the grass lazily swaying in the wind and the colourful butterflies hoping without a care. The grey clouds were slowly gathering,

But why? Why would I write on pornography? See, I’m a lay leader, a role model But no please Please don’t judge me This I

It was how he changed that felt scary, The crave made him carve, His words mirrored his mind, Dark,full of desire, He wanted more and

The fork made a clatter as it hit the tiled floor, A steak whizzed past, missing me with an inch, My sister banged her fist

At the edge of an abyss he stands, but its not the first time, I mean he’s often on the verge of falling in, An

I watched him grow apart, He called it time for mediation, But his phone was his distraction, Slowly his phone was his empire, He was

Mama, don’t look for you might cry I never meant for this, I only hoped for peace I know you said it wasn’t the time,

Hey mister Chris, Were you not planning to be a catechist? But what happened when you went to meet the priest? I thought you were