Covers

What are we?

Where are we?

This autumn

When smoke and ashes

Covers the earth

Soon snow will cover

This land,

but the winter

Will not be like

Before

Forgiveness

I love the luxury of forgiving

Being able to afford

Having such a good life

Having such a good economy

That you can be generous

Mercy is an excess of the powerful

Those with big pockets and many houses

Enjoy your forgiving

While I crawl back to my cave

A Characters Complaints

We have our dreams

Our stupid illusion

Given by the creator

For his amusement

And the readers delight

We strive and fight

Day and night

We are created for someone’s

Else enjoyment and capital gains

The profit is not ours but the

Owner of the publishing company

Still at night we dream of freedom to

Live a normal life with work, wife and

Mortgages to pay, going to the pub and play

Maybe even turn gay

But hey we do not exist

No passport , no ID

Never born, never dead

We are only character

Leaving in a leaking shed

In the author’s head