far away
                   in my mind
all is well

sheltered from the outside world
dark and chilled
                    far from hell

left alone to create a scene
happy to believe
                    life's still a teen

but late at night
                            when I can't help                   but dream
its a place of nightmares



where my heart
                                                              goes to scream

letters deep in piles awaiting collection by the people who fail to exist except in a virtual society convincing themselves that reality is really made up of millions of pixels each vying for their own piece of freedom but finally realising that the letters are the true alphabet of life

where are all the real people when you need them.
no hidden agenda.
just people.
they used to come in all guises.
family, neighbour, friend, drunk, ******
they new who they were and didn't try to hide, disguise or deny

One life
Too far
One hope
Too late

snowfall is gone
winter remains
migration is here

explain colours to the blind
define sound to the deaf
expect understanding from the ignorant

will we know when we no longer exist