The eternal battle

Good versus evil

Light versus darkness

Truth versus falsehood

Love versus hate…

Universal entities at war

Beyond understanding or mental comprehension

Our limited imaginations

Cannot create or fathom the eternal consequences of the unseen…

Living like squatters in no mans land

Amongst mud, blood and steel

Completely devoid of any fear

Just the blind acceptance of fate…

Nothing matters anymore

Opinions, dreams, fashion, music

Fame, football or damned celebrity…

Shuffling along to the food hub

Collecting bread like a sparrow

It’s all gone!

We were promised food

Promised freedom!

‘What is that?’

Shouts out the wag

Now just perma-frosted ideals…

Incoming-As another meteor crashes into the river

Causing rainbow ripples

Mothers holding their babies

Rushing quickly home

Before the mist ushers in the darkness…

Demons preparing-howling salivating

Last orders please

The pieman shouts!

As rags with legs 

Scurry into their caves

Awaiting the night

Like a punch drunk mongoose

Facing an amphetamine fuelled cobra

Lilly is walking fast now

Clutching her precious lantern

She looks like a cartoon

Wolves howl half-human half-beast…

I feel nothing 

Yet somehow survival mode kicks in

As I steal a dead man’s watch

With ‘to Dad’ engraved on the back

But I switch off my own happy memories

Machine, machine, I must be a machine…

A blind man rings a bell

Calling all to the house of prayer

Knowing nobody ever enters

Not now, not in these times

For we have all been left behind……..

Mark C Bolton, September 2023