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I’m confused by my thoughts.
My stomach tied in knots.
A once clear complexion is now a sea of spots.
Sometimes when I think, there..
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An acrostic poem.
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This is quite a long one.
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A funny limerick in reply to GeoffS' (my Dad) poem, Torture By Custard
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To a brave, strong, amazing mum!
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As I sit beneath the willow tree
Dreaming of the future. What could be.
I think of you my friend, my all, my
comforter.
We leaned upon each other ..
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LORD I feel lost.
alone, and unwelcome.
Committed to a life
that is so cold. And so lonesome.
LORD I'm so angry.
Rage. It fills my heart.
A ..
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This is a very personal poem to me. its about my daughter having an operation that saved her life. This just expresses how i felt.
please feel free t..
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The last picked for a race.
Maybe that set the pace
of life's little tests. The heart,
it aches.
It screams of lonely,
engulfing, unrest.
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Why do I keep on screaming?
Can they not hear my desperate calls?
As walls crash and fall around me
No one else makes a sound
They whisper no..
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