CHILDHOOD (Remove filter)
Dens of Iniquity
In a Spinney dark and cool
three pallets made a hide,
the pain endured at home & school
could never reach inside.
A buckled form bent and broke
grey face toward damp earth,
betrayed a tongue that rarely spoke
bitten hard since birth.
Of love there was no knowing
just thoughts of what might be,
within a hatred growing
as if a raging sea.
Becal...
Saturday 1st June 2024 3:05 pm
i miss being your daughter
we were close when i was little
you called me your sugar plum fairy
sat by my bed when my dreams were too scary
I didn't know then that our relationship was so brittle
you have mixed feelings about your own mother
maybe that's why you act the way you do
you rip me apart and then try to patch me up with glue
we both know you wouldn't ever do that to my brother
you ...
Monday 18th March 2024 11:52 am
Recent Comments
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Sands of Time
32 seconds ago
Trevor Alexander on Sands of Time
2 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Old
2 hours ago
M.C. Newberry on WHEN YOU WALKED INTO MY LIFE - a lyric
3 hours ago
M.C. Newberry on Trinity River Days
3 hours ago
Robert C Gaulke on Feels like home
4 hours ago
Keletso on Seeds of Joy and Sorrow
5 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on This Silent Landscape
7 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Sonnet No 333
7 hours ago
David RL Moore on Tragic Bus
8 hours ago