Sectioned
The light chatters to itself
It’s never known darkness
Each hour we are cut from sleep
To check we are still breathing
The door to sleep must be left open
Neil Richards has been writing poetry regularly for just over a year. He is a regular on the local open mic circuit and performed at last year’s Wychwood festival. This year will see the publication of his first pamphlet, published by the Cheltenham Poetry Festival press, and will see his first performance at the Cheltenham Poetry Festival.