"I was wrongfully convicted when I was fifteen and jailed for 25 years. I've wanted to live my life so much. I've wasted in these places yet can't walk away from the fight even if I wanted to. It's justice and truth and a part of me I can't change, but I regret it because it wasn't my burden to carry and should never have been loaded on me, and I just have to try and deal with that. They can try all they like but they can't take the truth from me." © Paul Blackburn 2005

The Strongbox home by Paul Blackburn   Solid steel banded Evil even handed Equally secure, Everything is safely concealed Behind the door. Not even words or emotions can escape the confines of your hell These walls could and do have a tale to tell The scrawled name Verbal exchange Angry defiance The splattering of blood told a bigger, more telling tale.   You demonise me to assuage your own guilt But you create demons in this world within a world you built. So I built my own world within my head Some place you can't reach The body is long dead. You can punish it and abuse it Play spiteful games and have your fun. You can't beat somebody who has already won.   © Paul Blackburn 2005