The beat was pummelling throughout our bodies, hearts racing, blood pumping,
addicted to the contagious rhythm diffused amongst the gathered crowds.
Silent screams,
Bolts accelerating into the brave,
Breaking the barrier of courage and defeating the hope spread humbly throughout the air.
Sometimes; the truth hurts.
We were never really given carte blanche,
Instead we smile
We are supposed to girn.
We may not be free, however, all we have to be is...
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Poetryhey, this is the first thing i've ever published on here! basically this is a short poem about my experience at the Dangerous Woman Tour Manchester on 22nd May 2017 when the attack happened as you may know. poetry was the only thing that i could pu...
