No room for prisoners
No second thoughts surrendered.
Tied down in a vault,
reserved for the unworthy.
But still you find a way in
You immortalise me as,
‘’Her … of all people’’
Incredulous echoes of pride,
Ringing out like a child’s objection.
Gripped by your faceted ego.
musing, I deliberate,
No second thoughts surrendered.
Graham Sherwood
Tue 2nd Aug 2011 22:27
I felt that I didn't know enough of what was going on. I don't know why I like this piece. It feels like a trailer for a longer programme, but enough in it to whet my appetite. I would however lose either the first or last line.