Phil Soar

Gold Star - 47,541 Points (28.06.1952)

Unstable - Poem by Phil Soar

When I was five she took me by the hand
And said that I was mental and unstable
She said she’d hit me until I could not stand
And banged my head upon the kitchen table
She said that Hatton was the place for me
Now I am mad and nearly sixty-three
Hatton was an asylum full of twits
Her bad remarks had left my soul in bits

Topic(s) of this poem: life


Comments about Unstable by Phil Soar

  • Kenneth Maswabi (3/9/2015 8:55:00 AM)


    truly poetic, sad and inspirational piece of poetry (Report) Reply

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  • (3/9/2015 7:25:00 AM)


    A great poem, extremely well written. Hope this isn't written from past experience though. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 9, 2015



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