Gone past 3am once again, my mind at ease, the flow of my pen.
Telling tales from deep within, I haven’t lost any of my sins,
still feel their strength, strong weight pulling me in,
Trapped in fear, along with any thoughts I hold dear.
Flashback, I can see it clear as day,
I could peer in, stand there and watch the slides play.
Every word replayed, every mark on my brain,
Gone past 3am once again, from my pen I cannot abstain.
N.T.J 31/12/2016 ©