Burst My Bubble Poem by Barry Pook

Burst My Bubble



Too many secrets,
Too many lies,
Promises that were not kept,
So I walked away and wept.

How things alter,
But I cannot falter,
Hobo by the wayside,
I wonder how many times he's cried?

Looking after number one today,
I must see shades of grey,
So disillusioned releasing the slack,
I'm safe and hidden in one colour - Black

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