Zog Gascoigne

Rookie - 80 Points (04/05/1991 / Oxfordshire, UK)

Someday - Poem by Zog Gascoigne

If he wins the war someday,
Then my body he will slay,
Give my mother my sould to take,
Nevermore shall i wake.

My Funeral
Don't let him go,
A pretence of grief, a convincing show,
Only now does he care, too late,
We're not there.

No regrets, soon he'll forget,
What went on behind closed doors,
The blood on the ceiling, the wall, the floor.

A year or two down the line,
And he'll be doin' fine,
Have a new life, a kid and a wife.

But oneday the mask,
Will crack and shatter,
And they'll see,
Who he really is.

*Not too sure about this one, what do you think? * **Don't even remember writing this...**

Comments about Someday by Zog Gascoigne

  • Elizabeth T. (10/10/2008 3:43:00 PM)

    I think it is amazing
    I can feel the anger you express
    Great job

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  • Manonton Dalan (10/10/2008 3:26:00 PM)

    secret is always bound to discovery
    maybe tomorrow or someday
    there's no way of telling
    besides guilty feeling.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 10, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 16, 2011

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