I'm drifting out to sea,  
Where the storms brew,  
At peace with the thunder,  
Entranced by the view.  

The lightning leads,  
As my eyes fixate—  
The violent storm  
Communicates.  

I can't hear your cries,  
I can't feel your pain,  
Blind to your attempts  
To save me again.  

The sea crashes,  
I’m dragged from the shore,  
Trapped and alone—  
To fight this harsh war.  

I'm lost in the storm  
That silences your plea.  
Don’t cry for me now…  
This fight is in me.  

By Darren Wall ©

The distance between us  
Stretches, vast and dark,  
A storm of broken senses  
That tears me apart.  

Out here, I wrestle  
With nature’s cruel game—  
Waves whip and lash me,  
Salt brands me with shame.  

Mountains of water,  
Crash, freezing my skin,  
I’m anchored to the seabed,  
Crushed with guilt, and sin.  

Fear is my existence,  
Hope feels far from home.  
Encircled by water,  
I’m fighting alone.  

Memories surge,  
A flickering reel,  
Each one a wave  
I can no longer feel.  

Numb to the light,  
And the glorious view,  
A break in the storm—  
Leads me to you.

By Darren Wall ©

A moment of solace  
Destroyed by the sea,  
It's pulling me under,  
I cannot break free.  

I cling to the boat,  
My grip starts to fade—  
The storm rages louder,  
It’s time to be brave.  

A torrent of water,  
Crushing my chest,  
Pinning my body,  
Stricken of breath.  

My mind is a storm,  
Fear pulls me deep—  
I watch as the shadows  
Swallow my sleep.  

I hear my name  
As you call for me,  
You settle the noise,  
The storms and the sea.  

All light disappears,  
My vision is blurred—  
A violent squall  
Is all that’s heard.  

Then—a faint whisper,  
A break in the roar,  
Your voice finds me  
As I reach for the shore.  

By Darren Wall ©

I break the surface  
As the water recedes,  
I'm no longer fighting,  
Washed up in the weeds.  

I search for the voice  
That guides my return,  
Breaking the sand  
Where the tide has turned.  

I crawl like the waves,  
Retreating, then strong—  
I stand on two feet,  
Though the journey is long.  

I walk for the hills,  
The sun escapes me,  
The night draws in,  
Moon lights the quay.  

I see you waiting  
On the pier alone,  
You never gave up,  
Guiding me home.  

The pain in my heart  
Washed out at sea—  
A burden released,  
As you comfort me.

By Darren Wall ©

Moving on, how does it work?
Do I erase you existence?
Or keep it in a box?
Do I turn love into hate?

..For  you leaving me alone.

When I cry in my sleep,
Shall I not call your name?
And replace your picture,
With an empty frame?

Do I mourn like the others?
Or just blame myself?
For not understanding,
Your frail mental health.

Do I lay some flowers?
Or a permanent shrine?
To the nearest point,
Upon the mainline,

Do I join a charity?
And fight in your name,
To prevent another,
Doing just the same,

Answers I need,
To the questions unheard,
The silent killer,
Of a flightless bird,

The door that rests
But fails to close
Holds open the fears
He cannot dispose

He tries to force it
And leave them behind
Yet the images leak
And poison his mind

His vision fails
In weeping eyes
His heart beating
Drowning all noise

Laboured and forced
Soaking of skin
The doors wide open
As trauma rushed in

Drowning on surface
Lungs contract
Invisible illness
Panic Attack

I came across some paper,
It was crumpled, torn and frayed,
Stained with ink and tears,
A tormented artist played,

Their heavy heart and troubled mind,
Had written words so true,
A hidden path into their world,
A reason for their blues,

Inspired by your written words,
I penned one of my own,
To tell you not to worry,
That you will never be alone,

My heavy heart lifted
With the words I wrote,
Flowing without effort,
Upon this tear stained note,

I put this note into the bin,
As I decided to walk away,
To hide the emotion of my soul,
Of where this artist played.

I am a prisoner
Confined
Locked by the thoughts
In my mind
History frozen
In time
Reliving the moment
Of crime

Take me back
To times of tranquility
In a time of peace
And mental stability

To escape my feelings
Of guilt and regret,
All the trauma and pain
I just...cannot forget

Where my mind is pure
With social innocence
Deaf to their words
Of cynical influence

Where fear is a myth
A story of fiction
Condemned by verse
To eternal extinction

I could be..

Free from the trauma
Free from the pain
I can erase my history
And walk tall again

By Darren Wall

Standing over you as the pleading begins,
Forgive my father for the justice I bring,

You murdered my Husband and tore my life apart,
Laughed in the courtroom no remorse in your heart,
No fear of anyone or being locked inside,
Her majesty's prisons filled you with pride,
An animal in a cage with more privileges than my own,
provided for the brutal ****** of a man walking alone,

A test victim for the gang, so they would let you in,
Robbing 'the rich *******' widened your drug filled grin,
One punch, one **** as his head cracked off the ground,
The laughter of your 'friends' were suddenly drowned,
As my husband convulsed and took his last breath,
You cowardly ******* stole his life and left,
He would of survived if you gave him a chance,
You could have called for an ambulance!

Instead I’m without a husband and a doting father of two,
The love drained from my heart as my blood runs cold blue,
I've waited ten years to take your pathetic ******* life,
I'll Carve you into pieces with this butchers knife!
Or shall I make this easy? With a bullet in the head?
I doesn't really matter as long as you’re dead!

Please let me go, I beg of you!
Your children will have no parents, if you go through,
with taking my life, you would be the main suspect,
Burdened with ****** and full of regret,
your husband wouldn't want this from you.....

YOU DARE SPEAK OF HIM, ILL CUT YOU IN TWO,

I BEG YOU, AND I’M NOT THE SAME MAN!
I WAS JUST A YOUNG BOY, BRAINWASHED BY THE CLAN!!!

I live with the guilt every night and day,
Praying to god to show me the way,
I have a family of my own, I've made a new start,
You **** me now? You tear another family apart.
Look in my wallet, there’s a picture inside,
of my wife and my daughter the root of my pride,

I work for charities to help victims of crime,
to help children to escape from the gangs born from the grime,
I vow I won't tell anyone of what you have done,
I understand your reasons, and why they begun.

UNDERSTAND? UNDER ******* STAND?
Coming from the man that killed my love, with his bare hands?
The man that sneered as he looked me in the eyes,
Laughed at his sentencing as he watched my daughter cry?
Who walked out of prison and began a new life,
While mine was finished when I became a widow of a wife,
Taking medication to keep my suffering inside,
Being sectioned for my illness, my daughters are in care,
Your luxury of a life? Do you think that it’s fair?

I have no reason to live, no family left,
The only peace I will have, is to watch your last breath.....

Wandering the streets in vain,
A darkened soul calls my name,
Her haunting voice draws me near,
The path I take, will soon appear,

The fog as thick as yesteryear,
Clinging to my pores and hair,
My tired feet can’t take no more,
Seeping blood upon the floor

A dancing light, leads me below,
Underneath the watching crow,
Frozen as the light draws near,
The silent train of yesteryear,


She cries for me to save her soul,
The train derails out of control,
Arms reach out, push me back,
My legs are caught upon the track,

And silence falls….


The fog retreats from where I lay,
With phantom limbs upon display,
The curse remains for all to see,
No legs remain below my knees.

His senses held him prisoner
Overwhelmed and alone
Walls were his burden
The light too much to bear
The soaked linen of yesterday's news
Stained of fear from battles before
He needs to be cradled
Yet no one comforts him
He rocks back and forth
Rhythmic on the floor
Anemic screams suffocate
Silence fills the void
That breaks with a rasp
Sirens in the distance
They did not come for him
Noise bleeds through gaps
Like it did before
He weeps

His senses hold him prisoner,  
Overwhelmed and alone.  
The walls are his burden;  
The light, too much to bear.  

The soaked linen of yesterday’s news,  
Stained with fear from battles before—  
An old uniform hangs alone,  
Boots polished beside paper awards.  

Headlights cast broken shadows,  
Each a spectre of the past.  
Empty scotch bottles and cigarette burns  
Mark a slow crawl to solitude.  

Light burns through a slither 
His heart beats through the walls.  
Strangled by the sirens  
That triggered him before.  

He needs to be cradled,  
Yet no hand reaches for him.  
He sways back and forth,  
A pendulum of grief.  

Screams, muted by paralysis;  
Silence pervades the void.  
Fractured by a rasping breath  
And a crescendo of emotions.  

The warning bells pass—  
They did not come for him.  
His fragile breath of sorrow  
Whispers to an empty room.  

By Darren Wall ©

The paranoia of the world today,
Escalated by the Social way,
A local crime, spread through the world,
Differing opinions to the events unfold,

The words spread like a virus, infecting us all,
Crushing our confidence in our politics and law,
Similar crimes, group with the last,
We worry the present, is more dangerous than the past,

Scared to go out, we shop online,
In fear of being the next victim of crime,
We lock up our doors, keep our children inside,
So we can watch closely over our pride,

When will it stop, the fear in us all?
That is etched upon the updates...
Of the Media's wall.

Mistaken father, i'm not here to pray,
Or confess my sins, to you today,
Your bible brings, no inner peace,
Your rules abused, no soul released,

A holy disciple, twisted your words,
Tears and torment, all that was heard,
In a place of worship, for only the few,
Told me silence, would bring me to you,

Muted words, brought only shame,
Corrupted my soul, tortured my brain,
A life of crime, no retribution,
Local news, provided a solution,

  ----

Cold steel, a stormy night,
A chapel exposed, in thunderous light,
The door opened, to a church of lies,
Recognised words, tears in his eyes,

Praying I forgive, praying I forget,
Praying his god, will pay off his debt,
The thunder roars, a burning light,
The gates of hell, opened tonight.

No remorse,
For my actions taken,
A son of no cross,
Forever forsaken.

Their freedom granted by bifurcation
Roots severed from the family tree
They mourned the living, in brief
Discarded the wither and blight

Shed no tears to the fallen branches
The stench of phantosmia remains
Spring can't mask the memories
The wretched guilt shows no bark

The sap leaks through each season
The moss where blossom should be
Old wounds cast in the amber
Preserved for the life of the tree

Half dressed in a dawn chorus
Juxtaposed by muted decay
A lowly woodpecker knocks
Broken by a solitary shrill.

By Darren Wall ©

Here I stand upon this stop,
It's my ritual every day,
With all the other zombies,
Tired and looking grey,

The thought of public transport,
Irritates my brain,
As the bus arrives at my stop,
Packed like a commuter train,

The usual faces look away, 
Thinking please don't sit with me,
I park my **** upon their bags,
I pretend I didn't see,

The huffing and the puffing,
People late for work,
The woman sitting next to me,
Thinking...he's an effing ****,

Trying not to look at her,
Or the hairy man in front,
I look at the condensation,
As her elbow gives a shunt,

Getting up from my seat,
Needs balance and an awkward grin,
The bus brakes late upon this stop,
As she heels me in the shin,

My eyes welling up,
As I let out a massive ****,
The poor old lady gags,
Pulling up her winters scarf,

Embarrassed by my actions,
I pressed the button quick,
The odour travelled up my nose,
I think that i'll be sick

Fighting past the commuters,
Trying to get some air,
I knew it was too late....
Throwing up on some ladies hair,

So now I drive to work,
Past the Bus Stop that she waits,
We are married with two children,
Some people call it fate,

The Edge


The breeze on my neck, distracts me so,
The intensity diminishes for my reasons so,
I return to my anger, my reasons for here,
Standing on the edge, lacking the fear,

Concussed by the pressure of the daily life,
The blunt reality of my every day strife,
Grey walls stare at me in my four by four box,
You might as well bound me, entrap me with locks,

Bare my weakened shoulders with meaningless tasks,
Despondent no more as my well-being crashed,
Which led me to here, standing upon this cliff,
Staring fear with both eyes, as my toes start to lift,

Distracted once more by natures glorious call,
Which encompasses my body, makes me walk tall,
Away from the edge, I let the earth lead the way,
Leaving the locks that once bound me, broken this day.

I’m forever in her shadow, in the darkness I wait,
The situation consumes me, as I'm left to contemplate,

I look exactly like her, in every single way,
I mimic her movements, it’s a game I like to play,

I blend with the darkness, I follow her when she leaves,
I know her every mannerism, I even copy how she breathes,

I will do anything to lie by her side,
As I step from her shadows...no longer will I hide?

She loves me, I know what’s in her head,
As I wait for her to come home..

...and see me in her bed.

I see the trees are painting
Graceful scenes for you
The wind slowly whispers
To the sky of grey and blue

The clouds break in silence
Light warms the earth below
The path of ice beneath me
Basks in the morning glow

Leads me to Flanders fields
Your silhouette appears
The crosses of memorium
A deliquesce of tears

The peacefulness resounding
My emotions run away
By the name that greets me
On your remembrance day

The tired old robot came to rest,
Years of working, left him worn and distressed,
His batteries lacking power, he walked without grace,
The lights dimming, on his dented old face,

Rust makes him brittle, seizing up his hands,
Joints lacking oil, clogged with debris and sand,
His circuit’s burn, as the sparks rattle his brain,
His memory corrupted by electrical rain,

Reaching the end, after all these years,
The robot cries, his battery tears,
Crashing to the ground, falling apart,
As the power slips, from his computerised heart.

There he lay, upon his back,
As the wind covered, his final tracks,
Placed upon the scrapheap, stripped of his parts,
They carefully removed, his memory and heart,

Words read from, the old kindle book,
As they restored his body, with the classic old look,
Wires refreshed, the burning of solder,
Faint light returns, to his classic controller,

One final piece, to power his soul,
The heart replaced, in the mechanical hole,
Twitching fingers, he opened his eyes,
Met with cheer, and emotional cries,

Holding his hand, were Robots restored,
Embracing each other, mechanical applause,
As Light beamed, from behind the seventh,
He spoke..........
"Welcome my son, to robotic heaven"

I watch the waves
Crashing down below
I see the lighthouse
Lighting up the snow

I watch the sunset
Slipping out of sight
I see all the ships, make
Portraits in the night

I watch the stars intently
As colour fills my eyes
Tears of amazement
In wonder of the skies

I leave the embers glowing
I let my feet lead the way
Following the imprints
Along the rustic quay

I rest upon the harbour
I see your face appear
My is heart beating, racing
As we meet along the pier

I found this ruin only by chance,
Its hypnotic Ivy, leaves me in a trance,
Hiding the features with its natural lace,
Supporting the wall, as they embrace,

The child inside me, can't help but explore,
Ascending the steps, to the withered old door,
Opening it slowly, interrupting the calm,
Disturbing the peace, like a morning alarm,

Birds fleeting, like the thoughts in my mind,
In awe of it's beauty, I left my troubles behind.
The sun breaking through, the absent gable,
Highlighting a chair, missing its table.

I come to rest in that old wooden chair,
I look up, in the suns aura I stare,
The heavens open as my spirit glides,
Out from my body as I breathe through the sky.

I am drawn to the roadside of an old country lane,
A car hugging a tree, smoke following flame,
A camera recording, from a lifeless grip,
Capturing the tragedy of a summers road trip,

Besides a body, is his newly wed bride,
Her breathing shallow, she looks in his eyes,
Calling his name, for the very last time,
Her spirit leaves, as she is drawn to mine,

Our spirits embrace as we ascend for sky,
As the heavens await the groom....
..and his beautiful bride.

I found this ruin only by chance,
Its hypnotic Ivy, leaves me in a trance,
Hiding the features with its natural lace,
Supporting the wall, as they embrace,

The child inside me, can't help but explore,
Ascending the steps, to the withered old door,
Opening it slowly, interrupting the calm,
Disturbing the peace, like a morning alarm,

Birds fleeting, like the thoughts in my mind,
In awe of it's beauty, I left my troubles behind.
The sun breaking through, the absent gable,
Highlighting a chair, missing its table.

I come to rest in that old wooden chair,
I look up, in the suns aura I stare,
The heavens open as my spirit glides,
Out from my body as I breathe through the sky.

I am drawn to the roadside of an old country lane,
A car hugging a tree, smoke following flame,
A camera recording, from a lifeless grip,
Capturing the tragedy of a summers road trip,

Besides a body, is his newly wed bride,
Her breathing shallow, she looks in his eyes,
Calling his name, for the very last time,
Her spirit leaves, as she is drawn to mine,

Our spirits embrace as we ascend for sky,
As the heavens await the groom....
..and his beautiful bride.

Chapter 1
?

Most children my age, have a place called home, ?
Parents or siblings, they are never alone,
Have their own room, with clothes on their back, ?
Food on their plate, piled in a stack, ?

Well educated, a wealth of close friends, ?
But for me?. It is hard to pretend, ??
Eating scraps off the floor, no water or food,
A derelict home, no light in the fuse, ?

No brothers or sisters, not a friend in sight,
Forgotten by the world, I lay here tonight.
Dishevelled clothes, trainers hang of my feet,
Winter descends, snow following sleet, ?

Tiles missing, the wind sets a chill, ?
Huddled in the corner, I await her still. ??
She walks the street, hour after hour,
Collecting the funds, for an ****** flower,

I can sit here all night, yet she will fail to return, ?
I'm second to addiction, I have soon come to learn, ??
Pain in my stomach, freezing I stare, ?
The door creaking, but no one is there,

Sirens in the distance, I wish they'd find me,
Too weak to get up, too dark to see, ??
Twenty four hours, I lay here alone,
Shivering in cloth, through to the bone,

Tears fading, they serve no use, ?
They cannot save me, from years of abuse.
Commotion outside, unable to shout, ?
Too ill for fear, impending blackout, ?

Door kicked in, they rush in and see, ?
The fear grips the room, as they find me. ??
In the hospital, I awake alone, ?
No mother beside me, I should've known, ?

A woman attended, called me by name, ?
I knew that my life, would never be the same.

Chapter 2

The coffin lowered, deep in the ground,
No words spoken, not even a sound,
Dropping the flower, tossing some dirt,
Hate for my mother, hiding the hurt,

Standing with strangers, under foster care,
Temporary love, but I needed her there,
A shoulder to cry on, she led me away,
To the solitary car, for the funeral that day,

Hoping a new life, would help me succeed,
From a life in squalor, that I used to lead,
But I’d cry every night, as I slept in my bed,
Life before drugs, swimming round my head.

Three months passed, I started to heal,
Medicated trauma, life was surreal,
Normality of life, returned in time,
No fear for the future, away from the grime,

She pulled me through, the difficult years,
Calmed my anger, understood my fears,
Anna loved me, like I was her own,
Yet they interfered, robbed me of a home,

Do they not realise, what they have done?
Halting my progress, before it's begun.
I wasn't aware, of the corruption involved,
A child bought, for a palm laced in gold.

Identity changed, stolen from the dead,
The place of my birth, reads London instead,
What could I do, no family was traced,
The son of a walker, tragically misplaced.


























Chapter 3


When the door closed, her face changed,
From a look of joy, to sudden rage,
Shouting at someone, for reasons unknown,
With a *** in one hand, shouting at her phone,

Grabbing my luggage, throwing it aside,
"A new one", she said, "another boy"
Her call cut short, as she grabbed my arm,
Weighted by gold, and it's various charms,

Virtually dragged, to a room upstairs,
A boy lying on his bed, as smoke fills the air,
"That's your room", she said. "Now sit down",
"We'll talk later, I’m heading up town"

The boy stares, like I'm waving a flag,
Flicking his ash, as he stubs out his ***,
She shouts at him, but he laughs in her face,
"Leave us alone", he said, "give us some space",

My nightmares starting, all over again,
Tears down my cheek, feeling the strain,
The window is closed, as my eyes burn,
From funny cigarettes, I was to learn,

"What's your name boy?, I won't ask again,
Answer me you *******, tell me your name!
Those tears will change, as I'll inflict some pain,
Upon your weak skin, now tell me your name...."

Stumbling words, interrupted by laughter,
I'm pulling your leg, it's not pain that I’m after,
His drug filled grin, and heavy red eye's,
Reached for a draw, and grabbed his supplies,

"Sit with me mate, and have a little smoke,
Ignore her downstairs, she's a practical joke,
If you stick with me, you will be okay,
Your life will be better, if you follow my ways,"

Michael was his name, an orphan like me.
A tragic accident, killed his family.
He was just a child, when he landed here,
Hardened by life, a boy without fear,

No one realised, this home was a front,
Each child was used, by a shameless ****,
They were sent out, like a pawn in his play,
As he gained power, through his criminal ways

Survival, is the way it has to be, and the drugs?
....will make life easier for me.