Pretty photos on facebook,

Families galore, 

I think of Natasha in prison alone, 

I think of the homeless boy I've just seen, 

Cold and alone on a bright sunny day in Chorley, 

This world is too much for my tiny shoulders to bare, 

They are praying for me, 

Every religion, 

Omnisim it's called, 

Let them pray, 

If I had a million pounds for every prayer I'd be rich, 

COVID along with every other killer disease, 

Go, 

Go, 

SILENTLY, 

I lost them, 

DAMIAN JOHNSON, 

HIV, 

38,

My mind is on shoes now, 

I'm torn in too many directions, 

Help this person, 

Help that, 

Feed this child, feed that, 

So I stare, 

I stare at the paintings on the wall,

I look at my poetry for it is a legacy of sorts, 

I thank WOL, 

For the voice they have given me..