“One step, two step, three step, four...” - my first memory since the breath of life.
My mother’s hands dancing along my fingers whilst the sun glared at me.
And as I felt the release of
Entrapment, I felt the wings of freedom taking me forward.
Each step I make, change takes its place
“A small fish in a big pond”
That was what my mother once said.
She was my comfort unlike the pig that was once called
‘Father’.
I would hold her soft hands as I reached the prison for the mind.
My grip would get tighter, yet our closeness grew distant.
All the bloody things in this world that I had to put up with,
A drunken ‘father’,
And a mother who would not stand up for her own son.
Enough of this.
I left the house and made a life of my own.
The street lamps followed me and the shadows creeped up on me
and I soon entered the shelter of a friend I would later call wife.
I escaped the prison for the mind and
Entered the prison of freedom.
I loved life.
A beautiful wife, incredible children and a job beyond satisfactory
Who could want any more?
Curiosity got the best of me.
I answered the question. I took the risk.
Bang!
Within a flash, all was gone.
Now I lie on my death bed.
I made a mistake and lost my treasures.
All to do is make the last... few... breaths...
As the needle slowly enters my being,
All that’s left is to remember life’s
little pleasures.
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The Phillips Anthology
PoesíaA mix of persona-styled poems as well as personal poems - poems which have been a reflecting upon my life and my view upon life. Some filled with dark, saddening poems, whilst others show hope and light. Enjoy reading these poems and appreciate all...