This voice. This is madness, isn’t it? Sense niggles, though logic is lost I can hear its cries But it shouts louder And it won’t let go All these unheard echoes That haunt my head I give in for a little while And it eases…for a little while So I slip my mask back on … More Voice

Still A Prisoner

Brooke watched intently, as a row of ants climbed their way across the long, stone step. Each one was carrying something. Dirt, or perhapsĀ it was food? It was too small for her to tell, but whatever it was, it was much bigger than these small, humble insects and she admired their strength and determination to … More Still A Prisoner