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The Garden
The barbs of your tongue
Cut me to shreds
Unpicking my mind's
Most delicate threads
So I weaved myself words
From the pit of my soul
To replace all the light
And the joy you had stole
Then I ripped myself free
From your talons of spite
Spilling ink upon page
Under dawn's weary light
And I bled, intravenous
Through roots of my mind
Feedi...
Sunday 14th August 2022 1:03 pm
Head Space
One day I looked
inside my head
And there I found
words left unsaid:
Make haste
No time
Forbid
Hate love
Always shout
Never listen
So, I put haste in the waste
Told No to go!
Put a lid on bid
Locked hate in a crate
Gave shout a clout (until it ran out)
And
Got rid of never, forever
I'd like to think
That what remained
In all of us
Is preordained:
Friday 16th October 2020 5:53 pm
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