D.S. Bell

Let me go,
to that place in the sky,
to say goodbye, to the one I love.
And then I'll fall, down to the fire,
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I wake up in the morning, hiding that I'm not okay.
Another day, smiling in the face of dismay.
A pretence I must portray.
I must. I must.
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I sat on a bench in the dark,
In the dead of night,
In the absence of light.
I'm just existing..
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How do I feel about tomorrow? Hmm..

Feeling low today,
‘Cos I be feeling lonely.
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('Tired')
Hopes fed,
('Tired..')
Another flame dead,
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I take to great delight
And familiar warmth
At stormy sight
Of stomping shoes
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When does support become ‘over saturation'?
For 30 days we celebrate their liberation,
Their pride and their self-affirmation.
Of course, I'm in full support of their representation,
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I lay down in the grass,
In the grass,
I stare between the blades,
Stare at the earth,
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To be on ones own,
Is both familiar and bare,
For the wearer wears with warmth
That which a thousand voices forgo
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Earth's sky dark and blue;
bruised and sore.
Perhaps angry,
I honestly don't know.
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no suction in my tummy
no thread in my wrist
no breaks in my bones
no stop in my breath
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The ceaseless squawking;
It continues day and night.
No end to their noise
Comes within my sight,
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I splurge my thoughts,
How many times I wonder?
This precious time not fit to squander.
As yet my mind churns over
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Had a bad day today,
One of the sadder ones, I'd say.
You know the ones I mean right?
Keeping you up through the night;
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I do like
Being awake at night
‘Till early morn'
‘Till the crack of dawn.
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It nags, it needs,
Okay I'll scratch.
And I scratch.
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I see you sad soul,
Sore and sobbing,
Why are you broken?
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Forget the Queen of Hearts,
They say, take up the Spade;
Finally sixteen years old
And in The House I'm told
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Being alone, being alone;
Anything else being unknowable.
Isolation brings me to a safe zone,
Wrapped in a bubble, I become further unsociable.
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I woke up cold one morning,
I woke up cold today,
And in these hours, I lay in mourning,
For between the creases, the sun is pouring.
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