Mitchell Birch Poems

To my mother, whose favourite colour is purple.

Lilac dreams come true
When you stop feeling blue
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Wrote in my hate for this selfish world.

In troubled times we cry for help
We care too much, only for ourselves.
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Anguished, eternal imprisonment
The door only opens to feed
Alone in these four walls
How i wish to be freed.
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A strand of hair hits the floor
Floating elegantly, only to fall.
Walked on by, not a soul knows
She cries each night whilst the wind blows
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