Inside Insight: A collection of poems
by Mel Vil
There is little for the timid or weak of heart. Nor will the optimist find much grist for his or her mill. There are sparks, but not of hope. They are the kind which start disagreements ending in red-mist. Driven, too far, without reason. Scarred, too early, without resolution. Inside there may be insight, but there is nothing to envy in viewing the world from this man's point of view.