The road is long and I am tired. Drooping eyelids dip to grey-green bushes sliding continuously into the sullen darkness behind me as white trunks signal the passing miles. Your tail-lights blink at me as they dance across the dotted line and beckon me forward into the murky darness. I gaze as they tango over […]
Archive | March, 2015
My unforgiving past
Every time I say I’m OK Now I can leave this town Your name is dropped from a stranger’s lips and I am locked once more into my unforgiving past. April 1996