I’ve died a little – Abel Prasad

Sometimes when I sit in my office I think about my past. Today has been a little hard so here we go. Those eyes drew me in, that tattoo on your shoulder opened my eyes to a different type. I fell inlove with you and you broke it by trying to change me. I lied

The 5500 – Abel Prasad

My father wrote a book of poetry which will be re-published very soon. 

When he asked me to type the book for him I did so angrily because it meant most of my holidays went to typing and retyping the book. 

I have recently re-read the book and realised that this was the best time of my life. 

After the September 11th attacks, my father became upset because he knew his grandchildren would be brought into the world of war and disaster. 

I wanted to share this poem with you.