The words, poems, stories and thoughts of award winning writer and journalist, Nic Outterside
Flash of anger
Howls like a
Hammer
We regret the
Past
Now
Homeward bound
It will not last
Battles won
And souls are lost
Peace is sewn
The wind is blown
Society ponders Justice
Corruption
The sickle
Recycled
Stumbling
Hoping
Crawling
Hanging by nails
Upon your cross
And Crescent
Moon
This is the time I’ve been waiting for too long
This is the corner where I’ll sit and sing my song
This is the music that keeps me on my feet
This is the border, this is a place we used to meet
This is the avenue of a life devoid of any fear
This is a boardwalk between memory and cheer
This is the Instagram of a face that once smiled
This is the hope, this is the way, this is the child
These are the dying embers of the autumn of my life
These are my children, my cat and cherished wife
This is the loneliness that comes from too much pain
This is the heartache when there’s nothing left to gain
This is the moment this is the vision and this is the sky
This is the battlefield where my dreams all live and die
This is the day, the minute, the second and the end
This is the place where I’ll say farewell my friend
These are my words, my thoughts and last prayers
These are the memories I’ll leave upon your stairs
Looking back on a winter’s day
Life’s movie seems so short
Grey flannelled memories dance and sway
Snapshots of the past cannot be bought
The rain runs rivers down the window
Life’s movie seems so short
Dark forest horrors still move too slow
Like a running deer pursued for sport
Ladies came and lovers went
Life’s movie seems so short
The cancer cure was crooked and bent
And love’s sad death the cruellest sport
The children of men have now all gone
Life’s movie seems so short
Lost in a haze of another false song
With ageless hope the last resort
The world is old, the world is grey
Life’s movie seems so short
Lessons of life can’t be learned in a day
So I sit and let the image distort
