Two hundred words Angry sad dejected worthless How can you give up so easily? Ten years or more have not been easy Work and sweat and toil all day, for what? For who? He needs me, that’s what I have to keep in mind. A lethal dose, there, I said it, get it out. And stare at the cursor blinking slowly Will it say anything, will it give me answers? Will the hypnotic flashing numb my brain? Tanqueray, hoorah! The truth before my eyes, to see through all the lies The desolate burning fire, licking lonesome tongues require Warmth and comfort shifting illusions singe the ramparts of hearts defences Bitter truth wrought of time a sick cruel joke of wasted mind When do feelings start in earnest and lose the shame of covert dealings When do rages suddenly abate for fear and anger twisted fate One step forward two steps back the shadows move for their attack Time to work on heart so black for tender joy died on the rack When did the boyish wonder die or did it simply run and hide The boy is here ...