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The Algea
A sense of belonging that’s foreign to me.
To be able to feel the warmth of love would bring a sense of glee,
But anyone I’ve grown close to seems to flee.
Left with the scars of abandonment creating emotional ripples.
All whilst leaving my heart warped and feeling brittle.
Losing my faith in my dear Lord little by little.
Friday 5th March 2021 1:45 pm
July 2019 Collage Poem: It’s All Greek to Me
Boris lurks in clever Grecian lines
Pernod! Demos, oher!
I met her on Tinder, Medusa, she said she was Greek
Now I am stood here with a statue of Apollo
Bandaged babies, lepers and bikes
Refrain, refrain, rain
Boris Johnson is trashing
Davey’s wine bar,
Demis Roussos is singing ‘Do you
Think I’m sexy?’ to Angie and Dave
See the sea, let the wi...
Tuesday 9th July 2019 8:25 am
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