Out Poem by Dan Brown

Out



Loved by those, but not by them;
my bleeding feelings hard to stem.
I hope for peace, for his sake alone,
need time yet til those shoots have grown.

I ache to be there; for all to be well,
but 'there' is centre of a dangerous Hell.
Waves of flames of endless doubt,
she alone keeps me out.

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Dan Brown

Dan Brown

Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, UK
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