Amy Louise Kerswell Poems

I walked the footsteps of life.
Through hot cobbles and fire.
I walked the footsteps of pain and hurt.
I was forced to walk in to the woods.
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I'm like a ghost
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I did the last thing I knew how.
Did what I thought was best.
Did the ugly sorry deed.
Please dont judge me for it.
It was one thing that I had to do.
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My silence is now broken.
I can speak the words.
I can Just begin to speak the words.
But painfull it still is.
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Bullys are mean.
If the must pick on someone
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much
As my inner pain does.
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I burnt myself again.
The pong of the rotten smell.
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Pain and helplessness.
Burns and simmers away.
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Caged in life
Locked up in misery
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Red deep and red angry red.
For her eyes only see the anger thats around her.
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