When, in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
    For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
    That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

Holding my hand
Taking a deep breath
I get out each day to face the world, alone.
My head on your invisible shoulder
I smile to myself at you.
Hoping its all a dream,
And I'll wake up to your face
I close my eyes
Only to wake up to my tears.
At the end of the day
I still sleep in your arms (invisible ones).
And when it hurts
(Even when you are my pain and my joy)
I still hold on to you
The way i did before,
But without you by me.

I'm still here
(Baby,
I'm still where you left me)

Strange creatures circle the edges
And their eyes are hungry and haunted
One day their teeth shall glint dangerously
And I know it very well
For I shall be their meat
Though I cannot imagine fear
And I should feel something

Several people are asking me for help
But I shall probably turn away
For uncertainty clings to my head
Like a monkey that cannot be shaken
With claws in my eyes
I try to see my way out
But, of course, there is none
And the demands on my name
Echo where my conscience should be

Passengers come and go
On my endless journey
The landscape is familiar
And occasionally a memory smiles and waves
All too briefly, it seems
I feel I ought to cry more
But nothing seems to hurt as it used to
Only my nakedness makes me cold

                                               By Phil Roberts

My sorrow,
Silent, unexpressed,
Burns me alone.
Expressed,
It burns millions.
We relieve nothing,
Share nothing.
Mere words,
And on gadgets
Having no feelings!

With the sharp sword raised
High upto the sky,
"Into the Fire!",  
He ordered.
They all went in.
The blazing flame in his eyes
Prompted his quicker senses.
"Retrieve & return",
He shouted.
They obeyed in silence.
Looking around he felt
The only shock in his life
The sword thrown away
He sat down and wept.
The crowd looked on anxiously
Their vision was perfect:
A heap of ashes!!
And a hungry look on every face.