You say you can read me
So why won't you feed me
The things you can see that I need?
My heart bleeds
As I struggle to conceive
What you're trying to achieve?
Is it your aim to deceive?
Or are you truly naive?
I've given you everything
You don't return anything
Half as much as you did.
Have I given you,
Twice as much
As you can handle?
Maybe
The answer to so many questions
In my head
Maybe - My photo of books in the library at Athelhampton House, Dorset. With permission from the Athelhampton Estate
YOU ARE READING
Mental Notes
PoetryI started to write poetry to get me through some difficult years as a teenager and young adult. Looking back, writing helped me through a period of depression, only recognized some years later. With writing, once the words hit the paper, they lost t...
