Daily Prompt Death disturbed his sleep Ever watchful in its reach And the threadbare curtains breathed their last To the breeze that roamed the street. Empty was his life On the pain of burnt out highs, Seen from a doorway against the rain, Forgetting that he’s alive. Time in overkill Using alcohol and pills, Then … Continue reading Crank


A silhouette Stretched against the grey Stands in the mirror of the rain On bare streets blinded by aspirations Full of other peoples’ noise, Other peoples’ worries And empty coffee cups tossed into the gutter To wash away down the drain. The boy in the doorway escapes As he slips through the gaps On pavements … Continue reading Gaps