'Season 4 (Of 7)', by Cianan Miles Mitchell

My voice cannot speak,
Of these stolen hours.
They are owned,
By the british media.
I count chillers, thrillers, pillars,
Procedurals from America.

In a documentary I bought,
Attenborough preaches danger.
How the bee-gees are,
Staying alive, just barely.
I never saw the ending,
As I scratched the DVD.

How unlucky am I,
To have Lost season 4.
Walking, Dead, to the final,
Episode before the end.
The boxset isn't complete,
Though I own all in my dreams.

I haven't a clue,
What happens next.
I lent the show to a mate,
Who lost the pivotal scene.
No spoilers here please,
I'll share when I am done.

Cianan Miles Mitchell received an MA in Creative Writing from the University of Essex. His paypal is ciananm@outlook.com

Photography by Anete Lusina