When the dust settled,
And the agony of the past few months,
I am still here – I am, me, myself.
Was it worth the effort?
Was it worth the pain?
Did the external war win?
Am still alone?
Perhaps it is time,
Perhaps I was wrong,
Perhaps there is a light, though faint,
Perhaps there is hope,
Jack Wolfe Frost is the Eternal Rebel; he rebels against everything which may have the word “rules” or “behave” within it, whether explicit or implicit. Born in Sheffield, UK, in 1956; he first started writing in 1982, as a hobby--dreaming that perhaps one day he might try and publish something. In his working life, he has enjoyed success in many diverse areas, including running his own company twice. Now older and wiser, he has once again taken pen to paper--looking for conformity to smash and rules to break…