Jacob Taylor Poems

The shock came instantly, against my own worn-out body.
I start to daze, as if clouds are covering my eyes, blocking all sight.
I hear the wind whispering to me… oh, so low,
It’s calling my name, but my strength is now gone.
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The people of Melbourne are having a relaxing afternoon.
With the men drinking beer and the kids giggling to themselves,
But as we know there will be no laughter soon.
Early the next while everyone is still asleep,
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