http://slow.writerscafe.org/Martin28 The original writings of author Martin28 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776060996 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The CityThe Skeleton knocks on my doorThere's a prison around my brain and a bitter taste in my mouth.''What's Your reply'' he asks.''I can't be as honest as i'd like.'' I sayI'm too fixated on the glass in front of my eyes and the light overhead.The bridge i'm crossing can only take me on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Martin28/1408836/ The Place I KnewI don’trecognise this World anymore.My pale blue has turned to an honest black.Time seems to occupy no space.The World just changed and reasoned ‘’development’’.Love is now fickle and conditional.The books and the poetry all lies.A &l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Martin28/1406213/