Addicus Izzopac : Writing

A Dying Cane Of Gold

A Dying Cane Of Gold

A Poem by Addicus Izzopac


Accursed pain hurts me, as she just maims, And blames it so. Her gamely ways belie, Her selfish greedy nature. She’s a bane. And she don&rsqu..
Fine Dad

Fine Dad

A Poem by Addicus Izzopac


You're a fine dad but I never did see youYou are my father but you've burnt and diedI'm a prisoner never released from youI'm a boson that will never ..
The Prison Inside Us

The Prison Inside Us

A Poem by Addicus Izzopac


All these many years I’ve spent locked away inside my chambers As my worn and hardened hands searched relentlessly through the savage soil of ..