Inside Outside

Inside I feel like I can do the unthinkable Outside I appear to do the mere minimal Inside I feel the greatest of love Outside I tell those I’m unlovable Inside I wished you were still here Outside your voice is all I can hear

Thug Poetry

I press the lift button awaiting the passage gates to open hoping the stench of urine won’t poke in As the gates close in I breath in and visualise for a moment what the day might bring – or really, what Iʼm hoping the day might not bring: A new patient, stab wounds and broken, dressed in […]