I thought I'd join in with a few of you and share one of
my poems that I wrote a couple of years ago with you
all, I won't share it all as it's quite intense, but here's a
taster:
Day
Dreams
As I sit thinking of things in the past,
There's a pain I feel that's certain to last,
Although I remember the happy times,
There's hidden days at the back of my mind,
I try to keep it locked up besides,
In a small tiny box deep down inside,
It's breaking up, it's breaking free,
That's all the things that happened to me,
I tried to scream, I often cried,
For the young girl so frightened,
At a young age she died.
An hour would pass and I still wasn't free,
From the terrible things that were happening to me,
I can't believe the things that he did,
The torture he played on a 14 year old kid,
The next morning I struggled with trying to fight,
With the events that happened the previous night,
I refuse to tell mum and this I am sure,
About all the pain her baby endured,
I don't understand why he done what he did,
After all, he was the same - a 14 year old kid
That's just a mixture of different verses, there's too many sensorship
laws to read the whole thing in full!!
Take care,
Love Smurf xxx
