Rachel Branscombe Poems

Even now I hear the weeping
The poor girl crying herself to sleep
She knows not why she cries
But tears come anyway
...

In times gone by I remember it all
The fun we had
The friends I made
The love I won and lost
...

The world spinning beneath my feet, the air surrounds me as I struggle to breathe.
I'm trapped in the box of society
I don't understand what it wants of me
This vile world has it's fingers wrapped around my throat
...

The smoke billowing,
The people rushing and shouting
Luggage being carted,
The stationmaster gives a signal.
...

The ground moving, the sky shaking.
The infinite thrill as I go higher and higher. Holding on for dear life, hoping that I don't let go. Laughing with excitement, never wanting this moment to end. Then someone calls that it's time to go and I realise that I must stop. The chains jingle, the ground crunches beneath my feet. 'Can I have just one more go mummy? ' I asked in my cheeky little voice. 'No darling it's time to go'
...

The world we live in is not a nice world
Everywhere you go there is violence, poverty, and crime
The list could go on forever
But imagine what it would be like if it was switched
...

The darkness, the pain
the despair when you realise that you mean nothing
the hurt of failure
the feeling of emptyness
...

The Storm is coming
The day when nothing will matter
When troubles will be gone and war will be history
...

All alone, always alone
Lonely is the world I see
Devoid of love and hope and peace
It is full of hate and envy
...

One day while walking past a lake
I stopped and thought a while
Of the creatures that share this precious Earth of ours
Every creature both large and small
...