Lewis Marrow

Rookie (21/01/90 / hull)

The Dead Times - Poem by Lewis Marrow

As the morning breaks im black and blue from the punches threw

in better days i take no time to waste no time

she slips away im black and blue from the punches through

he feels no shame from heroin that cracks his skin and fills his veins

hes fine, dont make a sound

he's fine

he's fine just wasting time

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  • maggie murray (12/1/2008 12:28:00 PM)

    I have just read all your poems Lewis. You have a wonderful deep way with words, I guess many born out of experience for such a young person. Keep it up, well done. You share my birthday!
    Maggie
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 4, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 9, 2009


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