Mark Hutchings
Mark Hutchings Poems
The radio played the songs of old;
The years flashed by in music.
Hits and memories... all good, all gold.
How sad.
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Only through death can one find true peace.
Life is purgatory: God's place for sinners.
Before birth, there is no pain or fear;
Until death, there is only pain and fear;
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Mark Hutchings Biography
Hey, I'm not depressed or suicidal or unloved. My poems are fiction based on reality, written in the late 70's and early 80's, around 40 years ago (but have never before been published) . I have many more " poems" from the 70's/80's when I was a foolish young man and I will share them if there's good feedback.)
The Best Poem Of Mark Hutchings
Sadness Of Time
The radio played the songs of old;
The years flashed by in music.
Hits and memories... all good, all gold.
How sad.
He thought about the past ten years,
From disco nights to time alone.
The memories came... the fun, the tears.
How sad.
When did it end: the fun, the games...?
When life became so stale.
Ten years on... no fun remains.
How sad.
He held the gun; he held it high;
He aimed it well that night.
Hits and memories... a last good-bye.
How sad.
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