I’m afraid that after finishing the poem about Sidney Keyes I read it to a few people and have since decided to enter it for the Bridport Prize, this means I cannot post it here for months! I should, however, be posting a short story soon.
Life With No Gravity
The smiles have gone, as has hard work to create some new endeavour,
I cannot initiatize – inexistance unseizable.
Frustrated, the soul feels homeless, aimless, and without gravity.