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  1. MrDunnePoetry

    The Fire In My Soul Exposed

    "The Fire In My Soul Exposed" No council will house me, and my family resent me/ Everyday I feel lousy, and on the inside I'm empty Except for the rage that I feel, towards all of them/ Who were supposed to be close, to this thorn with a pen If I could reborn again, I'd definitely call in sick/ From the beginning to the end, I've had to forge to exist If it wasn't for my dog, I swear I'd call it quits/ Tired of calling for a God, whenever I'm falling to bits I'd slit my wrist just to feel, some kind of release from this world/ As since a kid all I could feel, was a disease and it's real I had to reveal what they done, and for that I went to jail/ Nearly killed by my mum, I took to rap to prevail Like the snail and the tortoise, I was aHead like the Hare/ Until the pale got nautious, and called the Fed for warfare With this head in despair, I'm more than prepared to go home/ And when I'm gone from here, they can have my poetry throne. Copyright 2021 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
  2. gaagii

    Aftermath

    Hi Tinker, I remember this one and as David so aptly puts it above it conveys "the enduring ache of senselessness, of loss" that will always stay with us. (I asked Tony if it was okay to post something here on the same subject that was previously posted on PP and he said it was okay if you had no objection.) Aftermath September's shattered leaves lie buried deep beneath soft shrouds of new November snow. They fell, still green, before their time to sleep - lost hopes and dreams that we will never know , the many trysts that now they cannot keep - all ruptured then, by one infernal blow. I wept for all those severed from the tree, but now I grasp each day that's left to me. Barbara Hartman, June 1, 2002
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