#1 in poetry- 26/7/18
Every day, thousands of people struggle with mental and physical illnesses, fighting battles people refuse to talk about. I'm here to change that. This poetry collection shines a light on mental illness, hopefully saving a few...
Darkened trees in the gentle, suburb breeze The words of the moon, to a old, timely tune The brick house, sits beneath the moon My hands touch the bricks orange-redish, rusted, the porch hugged in the delicate dust. This is my solitude in spite of the noise around my life
When you return to the brick house, with your loving spouse It's doused in ivy and spiny scourse.
Nothing like it was before Standing tall, stilted not Darkened soot, scars of wars long since fought But now all is quiet in the brick house, that sits beneath the moon.
And I say to myself, I will see you soon.
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