Convenience

I am just a pencil, that needs sharpening. I am just a door, that’s opened constantly. The hinges squeak, they need be oiled. I am just a wash cloth, to wash the dirt away. I am just a basket, to throw trash away. These days feel idle, Different shades of blue are made. Tell me…

Troy

A battlefield has been made. Blood, sweat and tears have been loss. Over subtle moments of ecstasy. Have I even mattered? Were these moments true? Or another game of capture the fool. My flag has fallen. Soldiers rummage through the village. As my bags are packed. My Kingdom has fallen. For what? Whim? Over a…