The scribblings of an eccentric writer for your perusal


A future decided by something
scribbled on a piece of paper
with a pen.

A person’s worth measured
by the length of their words;
and their order.

A soul dissected until
secrets to uncover
do not remain.

A life charted by those
unknowing of circumstances who know
only good or bad.

A spirit shattered by red ink on white
devoid of passion or interest
desperate for its wage.

A being judged by academic skill
with no thought wasted
on kindness of heart.

Luke Scicluna


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