if every tear i've ever cried
had germinated a seed to life
i'd have a forest at my feet
with castle turrets strong and neat
...
i'll never see him again
it was the last thing i expected
at the time
he reminded me of my favourite poet
...
I arrive between 7 and 8 am and step onto the platform
I move purposefully toward the main entry and exit
...
I have a plethora of voices in my head and have had for as long as I can remember. Some of them compose poetry.)
Childhood
i am twisted
i am turned
i am flicked
i am burned
i am lifted then let fall
i am nothing much at all
in the way when out of sight
the unseen cause of every fight
inside out and upside down
back to front and round and round
never will amount to much
something to be shunned and touched
why try now to fix me up
i am just a broken cup
amongst the pile of shattered things
that being in my family means.