In the weight of the dark
Unseen hounds bark
Boots a heavy thunder
Streets torn asunder
Beating on the night
Alleys with no light
Eyeballs record
Pig Dogs getting bored
Rough grasping hands
Round the tender glands
Felt from head to heel
Out comes the steel
Claws around the wrist
He didn’t resist
The other boys ran
Stick him in the van
Securely locked away
On to the takeaway








Damn, that hurt.
But the write was damn good!
Thanks for reading.
I am full of anger sometimes.
It’s good to write it down.
Regards James
I AM anger sometimes. Writing it down, getting it out, is key. It’s what keeps us from becoming consumed by it.
Yes I agree.
It’s better on the page than hurting yourself or others.
Regards James