Colourful prisms of light set free from blackened cracked glass forcing the darkness to illuminate Allowing the aroma of cut grass. She never leaves her home imprisoned within four walls no one ever gets inside Feeling bound by a chain and ball. A woman who once held respect heavily into charity by day a pillar of the community People listened to what she would say. Many years passed in her life tragedy struck many times the family passed away, friends moved on Her son sent down for crimes. Now her life was empty her interest declined by day nothing would get through to her At home, she was forced to stay. Doctors tried in vain to get her to leave her house a frail, aged woman As quiet as a mouse. She felt she was misunderstood no one knew how she was her illness killing her at speed her life was not in pause. The fear to leave her house finally, took its toll her heart gave up the battle The final drum roll.
My name is William Sinclair Manson. I am 60 years young, I am Scottish but now living in a small village in England. I have been blogging for many Years but recently joined Wordpress and I love it. I have made many new dedicated friends here and hope to meet more around the World.