I see no light at the end of any tunnel.
These walls hold in all thoughts and imagination
As we will never see London,
for we are to be confined to cement
and badly lit rooms of bitterness,
as we forge along in anger, we become
forever entrenched in a battlefield of
thought; we lose all hope of escape.
We are knights wandering hoplessly, looking
for salvation but find no hope through
desolate, dreary slumber.
as we fudge and muddle
through difficult passages
of speech and knowledge
as we fight...fight
and regain consciousness
of the world
and city, yes city
London, we are
By Ashley Anderson
Copyright Ashley Anderson 2006