by Nick Massey | Mar 10, 2010 | Poetry
Alone in the darkness I sit and pray Remembering the day My own mind went astray Forgiveness I seek For the things I have done Things that cant be undone Past that stage I have come From my conscience I give this The Lord God is a witness Don’t want to be on this hit...
by Nick Massey | Nov 14, 2009 | Poetry
The silence is ringing so loudly in my ears, everything’s much closer bigger larger than life, a life that cracks like an egg on the rim of a hot pan, and bleeds pure raw fear. Heat from the fires nearly burns my face, and the smell of cordite diesel and something...
by Nick Massey | Nov 6, 2009 | Poetry
Jones 32 put on your boots Put on your boots and get on the gun Jones 32 put on your boots Or be put on a stretcher and left for the Hun The captain is calling and so is the drum Paschendale’s falling there’s nowhere to run There won’t be a dawn left to shoot you old...
by Nick Massey | Nov 5, 2009 | Poetry
With time comes loss and the loss brings time More time than you can handle flooding the mind. The mind with the memories you cared not to keep But now all so poignant as reasons to weep Weep though you cannot and guilt that you should Should maybe have done more did...
by Nick Massey | Oct 27, 2009 | Poetry
I once looked out across the mynd With its rolling dales and hilltops green. To orange glow of morning haze And amber drapes of dew kissed silk on fern. The mountain stream chuckled manically to a concert of cuckoo and woodpigeon And the smell of wild garlic and pine...
