Fiona Burgess

Rookie (22 June 1983 / South Africa)

Fiona Burgess Poems

1. I'M Sorry 5/6/2007
2. Shall I? 5/20/2007
3. A Small Hope 6/11/2007
4. Passing Thoughts 6/11/2007
5. Fallen 6/11/2007
6. The Dream 6/20/2007
7. Them 7/4/2007
8. The Land 7/4/2007
9. Time 7/17/2007
10. Where There Was Darkness 7/17/2007
11. The Golden Children 7/30/2007
12. Incompatability 8/11/2007
13. Woe Is Me 8/13/2007
14. My Folly 8/19/2007
15. Untitled 8/19/2007
16. Going Home 11/5/2006
17. Shadows 11/10/2006
18. The Horse 11/10/2006
19. So These Are The Dreams 11/24/2006
20. Welcome To This Place Called Hate 11/26/2006
21. The Light That Is You 9/7/2007
22. The Storm 9/16/2007
23. The Search 9/16/2007
24. My Kingdom 9/30/2007
25. Vengeance 9/30/2007
26. But I Don'T Know How. 10/8/2007
27. Angels 10/13/2007
28. Eyes 10/14/2007
29. Retribution 10/20/2007
30. Sea Of Souls 10/20/2007
31. There 10/27/2007
32. He Loves Me 10/28/2007
33. The Painter 10/28/2007
34. Departed Friendship 2/3/2008
35. Torn 1/5/2007
36. Nowhere To Go 8/25/2007
37. Release 10/24/2007
38. For The Love Of The Game 7/22/2007
39. The Winter Of My Soul 8/19/2007
40. Racehorses 2/23/2007

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Best Poem of Fiona Burgess

I'M Tired

I’m tired, I’m tired of being strong,
When everyone else needs me to be
I’m tired of holding back my dreams
So someone else can be free
I’m tired of putting on a brave face
And holding back my tears
I’m tired of picking up the pieces
Of someone else’s fears
I’m tired of keeping up appearances
And walking in someone else’s shade
I’m tired of going the extra mile
To help someone else get made
I’m tired of accepting the blame
For other peoples errors
I’m tired or being the one to pay
Hello? I have my own terrors
The kind that visit in the ...

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Shadows

Shadows that dance upon the walls,
And wander with you down death filled halls,
Their whispers and cries resound in your mind,
In webs of gossamer, your soul they bind
Beholden to gods that have no name,
And secrets that grip your heart with shame,
Never again to darken this door.

The bodies that hand themselves over to war

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