nicola burkett Poems

Mini bar empty
Metallic wrapper sweets
Ghost ships riding the hotel sheets
Tv crashed out
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I woke up one dreary morning
Dark clouds lay over head
A feeling of loss and fear
Before I get out of my bed
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A pale and tourtured soul
A damsel in distress
Entoxicated little girl
In mummy's wedding dress
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‘I’m Sorry’
Just two little words
Can heal the biggest of wounds
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Upon a horse drawn carriage
Dressed in his Sunday best
He lies adorned in flowers
Carried away and laid to rest
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Bessie steps from the grave
Gently caressing the headstone
A single white rose placed on top
As she weeps under a willow all alone
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I've gone to the pretty palce where the flowers grow
i'll be back in a few days or so
I need to get away and clear my mind
The life of contentment i need to find
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The orange clock above your head keeps on winding down
Every second of your life ticking away
Some clocks last only moments some last years
But in the end everyone’s clock runs out
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You over speculate
Keep telling yourself you're fine
You speculate to accumulate
Until you crash like 1929
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I feel like I’ve been caught in the tide
And washed away into the salted sea
I wish I could land in a better place
Where I could live and be free
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