Not yet a man, but I was never a kid.
Those who should’ve protected me, failed me.
My home was never warm,
peace was never found,
I made it despite all odds
and now I have but a half-life.
There will always be something missing
A hole I am trying to fill
with adventure and thrill
I put my life on the line
just to see what will really knock me down
If I am not walking on edge
I can’t feel alive.
But there is a pulse
There are still breaths being drawn
My life is sustained
by a life outside of my own
My home was never warm,
peace was never found
but I discovered I don’t want to die
when I decided to hold on to her
like a liferaft.
This poem is inspired by the character of Nox from my Stanhill Series.
The second part of The Stanhill Series is out and you can get it on Amazon: Beneath The Mask.
If you haven’t moved to Stanhill yet, you can get the first novel on Amazon as well: Little Rebellion