Ward 33
Can you see the
Flashlight
checking if I'm OK?
The night turns
slowly into day.
Trying to clear
the fog of confusion,
Reigning supreme.
Broken promises
made in haste
have bought me here
Alone, Afraid.
Speaking out the fears,
The dreams.
Peanut butter and fags
Keep me from going
around the
Bend.
Tony Fisher
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The Dark
Just a little cautionary note: This poem may be
TRIGGERY for some. Keep yourself safe
and please don't read it if you think it'll badly affect you. Take
Care, xxx R
A wall, a stone, a face
DARKNESS SWALLOWS
A smile, that smile, a tear
ME
The pain, the floor, that wall
INSIDE IT’S WARM SEDUCTION
A smile, a hope, that smile
SCREAMING SOMEONE, ANYONE HELP ME!
The fear, the dark, the sound
NO ONE
The cold, the shame
NOT ME, NOT YOU, NOT HIM
The dark
ALONE
Rachel Studley © 2003
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