mike clarke Biography

Used then thrown away,
like a broken toy, that cant be played with,
'once loved'
but the game has changed.
...

Glass sky with cracks,
Iron clouds,
Paper sun thats torn 'crying'
'beneath'
...

...

Down the long corridor,
step by step,
Doors slam shut,
No way out, from the White room of my mind,
...

Delicate flower grow,
love of the sun,
Tears of the rain,
grow as fast as you can,
...