Sometimes Your soul becomes darkness A formation, When words are of the sounds. The Notion of nuances. Round the pool of light Pondering through Blackness Bleak and tiresome prolonging, While waiting upon the earth Fearlessness becomes you. A continuous crusade. © Amara Hope Melechi

The tall row of flats looked incredibly bleak and dismal, with graffiti all down one side of the building and one small patch of green grass in front of a group of trees. The front door of the building was an off-yellow custardy colour that wasn’t exactly pleasing to look at. The couple had walked…