Poetry
| SOLITUDE
The solitude, The stillness, Time has stopped in a bygone era, The old welsh farmhouse, A monument of the past, Sitting in its own grounds, As I wander in natures paradise, The lupins, the canterbury bells, Dancing as if on display, The bees humming in chorus, As they work endlessly, As dusk decends on this solitude place, As I climb the winding staircase to my resting place, The silent darkness surrounds me, I hear the sea shaking violently. DEGRADATION Lined up for the bathroom like slabs of meat, no mercy shown, nor dignity. No clothes or towels to cover ourselves, naked from head to toe, checked for headlice as we go along the line, when put in the bath there was no privacy, two baths in the bathroom. The staff watching me, escorted to school, to do mundane things, what had I done to deserve this fate? No emotions allowed to be shown, Into the punishment room we were thrown, mattress on the floor, slop bucket to be emptied when the staff open the door. | MY LITTLE ROSEBUD DIED
The moment you left me Robert, As I walked, I felt a breeze, An arm wrapped round me with earthy smells, Guided me to your resting place, I saw your image, Moving towards me, You were dancing as you dissapeared from view, I looked down at the damp grass and saw the dew, Shining and glistening like a jewel, As I looked closer for you, I knew, That your spirit was shining through, The emptiness, the despair I feel, Will take forever to heal, And as I walk, The cold beginning to bite, I slowly wander, Lingering, hoping your image will reappear, Just so I can smell, The baby smells of you hair, To touch your skin, So soft like a piece of velvet, To touch your soft hands as I linger, I know this is not going to be, Life goes on without you, But you will always be in my heart, And when I depart from this evil wicked world, Our hearts will entwine, And we will be together, In a timeless space, Your loving mummy. |
| MY FIGHT AGAINST OBESITY
Oh look at that fat slob, I hear them say, they look at me in such a way, this huge fat body shuffling along, each painful step taking an age, inside my mind in utter rage, at my inability to control my food intake, when will my pain go away? chocs, crisps, chips, bread, subsitutes inside my head, for the love I never had, arms reaching out mum, but you are not there. I feel in absolute despair, perfect body image I hate, I don`t want to be raped, I hate men, I hate them, they destroyed my body and mind, please, please lord help me to find, self control on the food front, so society can accept me into the fold, nobody wants to know me as I am, 25 stone a quarter of a ton. I feel my head will cave in, it is a death wish on my part, when I depart from this place Earth, I won`t be hurt, but my family care, how selfish of me to wallow in despair. Life`s for living I instil in my mind, but the food is always there, Secretly I stuff my face, it is as if I am in some sort of race, before anyone sees me, I eat a loaf, butter, crisps and jam, anyting I can get my hands on. I feel sad, I feel angry at myself for today, no-one knows, I have to say sometimes feeling like a child, especially to be chastised if found out, 4 stone lighter and feeling afraid, my fat`s disapperaing, I can see my waist, I look in the mirror, shape coming to my face, I feel anger as I see, my reflection looking back at me, it is the image of Daddy, as I stand there I start to sob, I want to be a fat slob, so the horrible reflection can be erased, the hurt, the pain of reliving the past, why won`t society accept this fat slob? as a human being with a brain, my battle will continue till the day I die. | WHAT IS ANGER?
Is anger wanting to jump from the highest bridge? Is anger not wanting to live? Is anger using barbed wire to slash my wrists? Is anger not wanting to live? Is anger drinking bleach to cleanse the filth? Is anger not wanting to live? Is anger scrubbing untill I bleed? Is anger not wanting to live? Is anger wanting to destroy the past? Is anger not wanting to live? I wonder how long my shame will last. Life`s for living I instill in my mind, I have to find the will to treat myself kind, I have broken free at long last, from my painful past, Is anger not wanting to live?? |
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