19 May 2015
I look at the trees and its bark.
How you cannot separate night from dark.
I look at me as a person,
And feel my pain and suffering worsen.
Left alone, out here in the cold,
Oh, why did I have to be so bold?
I never felt like this before.
These voices are making my head sore.
'Count your days,' they said,
'You might never wake up when you go to bed.'
Fierce is my skin,
Pierced it goes in.
An outcry of pain,
The splish-splash of rain.
'Goodbye,' I say to torture,
'Hello,' I say to sunny days.
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This was the most personal thing I wrote. It was 5 days before my brother was murdered that I woke up from a dream with these words in my head. I had to write it down. I never realised what I was writing could be true, and that it would be him.
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PoetryThis is a collection of all my poems I've ever written. The finished and the unfinished. It has love, it has death, hope and inspiration. Take a look and you might find the world through my eyes. ******* This is my original work, I will not post any...
