Soldier To The Credits

[The Drug-Slug Faces Its Salt]

“You will Learn to Build a ‘Cathedral’
out of the ‘Mess’ and the ‘Pain’…
let those [Internal] Wounds
become your Palette… Paint,
Sculpt… Bridge… into… Invincible.”
explained the [Blind] Sage…
as we all sat, cross-legged, in a circle
… clutching little bowls in our laps,
containing fragments of our past lives.
“Become your very own Hero…
Save yourself by Bettering yourself
… the best Revenge is not Violence,
or Peacock Pride… it’s a ‘Smile’
that’s Absolutely, Unquestionably
‘Genuine’… a Self-Confidence
Breath-Taking in its Simplicity…
and a Contentment born of Smashing
every [Single] Target ‘Focused’ upon.
Your ‘Enemies [Ha!] gave you a Gift,
‘Energy’ to Fuel your Determination
… now get up and Fucking USE IT!!!”

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer who deals in the Lowlife, Outsider, and Outlaw genres.  He wrote his first poem as a teenager following his release from the (Infamous) Borstal ‘HMP Portland’, and he has been creating Literary Terrorism ever since. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.