Cardboard City

Another winters night

Passes me by

As I lie here and think

Why me God, why?

I did everything

That you asked

Completed each

And every task

And yet here I am

All alone

With nowhere safe

To call my home

Wondering what else

I have to do

To feel anything other

Than contempt from you

A Miscarriage Of Justice

If our case was

To be heard again

In any court of law

You know it would end

With your actions condemned

And you locked behind this door

At Her Majesty’s Pleasure

You were keen to kidnap my kindness.

Happy to hijack hope from my heart.

You smiled whilst you stole my soul,
and laughed as you looted the love from my life.

So why am I the one who is sentenced to this life of solitude,

And you are strolling around out there scot-free?

(Originally Posted 07.07.2019)

You were always going to die

Before me

We were resigned to that fate

But it shouldn’t have been

When you were forty five

And I was thirty eight

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