Brian Hairbottle Poems

I heard it said
that time heals all
Why then am l so sad? ?
Time seems to have failed
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Where can l hide away?
I dare not go and play
What will I do, if they should see? ?
the bruises and battle scars
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Another day is dawning as the sun rises
yet another day of torment to face
My head aches, my eyes hurt
My body is cold and stiff
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My poems
are frozen moments
Captured, scrawled on cigarette boxes
in stray moments
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But, life is about who you low and who you hurt.
It's about who you make happy or unhappy purposefully.
It's about keeping or betraying trust.
It's about friendship, used as a sanctity or a weapon.
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So much has passed through my life
at one time I had so much pain and strife
Death wishes and attempts to kill myself
have come and passed, some close, by knife
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Here l sit, in my room
in silence and gloom
Yes, l can walk again
but I wonder for what gain
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Here l lay on the ground
with broken body and confused mind.
My life blood is seeping
my eyes are weeping
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This army
has had me in its ranks
For nine hard years, I have seen
Friends dead, women tom open
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The tunnel is long and dark
who will ever want a cripple? ?
Why would they not leave me to die? ?
Why must my life be a battle? ?
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