Wednesday, 17 February 2016

Somewhere Between

Somewhere between madness and alienation
There are campfires burning in a clearing,
And children singing
And jumping out of windows,
Somewhere there are barracks,
And the children up to their knees in mud,
And a bath once a fortnight
Shared between two,
And this is not madness
And not alienation
But somewhere between the two.

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