Diamonte Poem.

A poem about the unlawful reprimanded of two America journalist by North Korea.

Not much to say, other than this:

This writing is not looking for sympathy nor empathy.

It only asks that you reflect on what this stirs within yourself.

And you think I’m the crazy one?

Letter, from a man on death-row awaiting execution for a series of sex-murders, to his wife on the outside.

Going to jail was actually very inspiring.

The death of the darkness and the birth of enlightenment…

When you look at these two institutions, you can’t help but notice that they are not that different. Material things are the most noticeable: guards, gates, policemen, cafeteria, bells, yards, rooms of confinement, terrible food. And then when you look closer, into the abstract and intangible, you notice even more similarities.

She turns to go, but looks again.

I fought the battle in mere vain.