Poems of Brian Counsell
|4.||Escape from Stress.||3/13/2005|
|6.||Is there nobody there?||3/13/2005|
|9.||My inner and secret thoughts.||3/13/2005|
|10.||My Other World.||3/13/2005|
|12.||Telephone Sales People.||3/13/2005|
|13.||Tell Me Please?||3/13/2005|
|14.||What I can and can't say!||3/13/2005|
Drifting and slipping I wrote my last meaningless note,
and decided not to take my son, s coat.
I locked up the house and the night was so black.
I suddenly realised there was no turning back.
They will never find the car, it is so lonely down here.
Desperate, cold, crying but surprisingly no fear.