Poetry Blogs (knife crime)
Yesterday all my troubles melted like soft snow
I loved you more than you could ever realise or know
Hand in hand our future ahead. Today, I wake you're dead.
Taken in the blink of an eye. Can't make sense of it all.
Knife crime on the rise, now you're the victim my Paul.
I vow to get you're attacker locked up forever inside
He has no place to hi...
Sunday 16th February 2020 12:53 pm
The words on their own make for a lacklustre poem.
The pictures on their own are meaningles.
Together they paint a harrowing picture
Friday 8th March 2019 6:49 am