tricia-lucas-clarke - Hello Poetry

I walk alone along the street, faces blur, I just see feet As I push my way out through the crowd, I’m not here, I’m falling down. Breathing out, breathing in, Dark and black through my head spin. I walk alone full of despair, some people turn, some people stare No-one can help me, some have tried, to ease the pain the tears inside. The tightness grips my heart, the pain Will never leave; my life’s in vain. I walk alone my love has died, a cruel and twisted turn in life. My lips are numb, my feet are lead Please someone help me clear my head. Despair and rage, I stumble down Someone helps me off the on the ground. I walk along this busy street, some heads turn, some others greet, My mouth is dry I cannot speak, the dreadful words I must repeat “He’s dead. He died. My child has gone War has taken my brave son.” I walk alone, freedom is won, in this land where I belong But others do not have the choice, freewill to act or sound their voice We tried to help, protect, survive, but is their hope worth all our lives?

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Sep 26, 2015

Sep 26, 2015 at 3:40 AM UTC

I Walk Alone

I walk alone along the street, faces blur, I just see feet As I push my way out through the crowd, I’m not here, I’m falling down. Breathing out, breathing in, Dark and black through my head spin. I walk alone full of despair, some people turn, some people stare No-one can help me, some have tried, to ease the pain the tears inside. The tightness grips my heart, the pain Will never leave; my life’s in vain. I walk alone my love has died, a cruel and twisted turn in life. My lips are numb, my feet are lead Please someone help me clear my head. Despair and rage, I stumble down Someone helps me off the on the ground. I walk along this busy street, some heads turn, some others greet, My mouth is dry I cannot speak, the dreadful words I must repeat “He’s dead. He died. My child has gone War has taken my brave son.” I walk alone, freedom is won, in this land where I belong But others do not have the choice, freewill to act or sound their voice We tried to help, protect, survive, but is their hope worth all our lives?

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The blackbird’s footprints seemed to trace A footpath to the resting place; Through the bright new layer of snow They led the way, showed where to go. They laid your baby in the ground A tiny heart that made no sound; I scattered earth and shed a tear Scared and lonely, wracked with fear. For two weeks before we’d tied your hair With a band from mine as you lay aware; Things would never be the same A tiny being would have no name. I never saw you cry that day So I hid my sadness as I walked away; I saw the blackbird that day too Wise eyes watching, I think he knew. The year is new, joy may it bring As Winter changes into Spring; And when dragonflies dart in the sun I’ll think about your little one.

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Sep 26, 2015

Sep 26, 2015 at 3:23 AM UTC

The Blackbird

The blackbird’s footprints seemed to trace A footpath to the resting place; Through the bright new layer of snow They led the way, showed where to go. They laid your baby in the ground A tiny heart that made no sound; I scattered earth and shed a tear Scared and lonely, wracked with fear. For two weeks before we’d tied your hair With a band from mine as you lay aware; Things would never be the same A tiny being would have no name. I never saw you cry that day So I hid my sadness as I walked away; I saw the blackbird that day too Wise eyes watching, I think he knew. The year is new, joy may it bring As Winter changes into Spring; And when dragonflies dart in the sun I’ll think about your little one.

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When we were kids we used to climb trees, Get grubby hands; scrape the skin off our knees. We jumped in deep puddles and made big mud pies, But what you said next made me shudder inside. You sat in the sun; I sat in the shade, With Mum’s homemade ice cream and pink lemonade. We shared all our secrets, our comics and toys; Had the same pin ups and kissed the same boys. As we sat with our wine and thought of the past, Of the fun that we’d had; a shadow was cast. You said I was black and the dirt didn’t show, I was speechless with shock, but you didn’t know. As you sit in the sun, turning darker than me I try to figure out the way that you see. How do I tell you, will you understand? An off-hand remark, burns inside like a brand.

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Sep 26, 2015

Sep 26, 2015 at 3:16 AM UTC

The Way That You See

When we were kids we used to climb trees, Get grubby hands; scrape the skin off our knees. We jumped in deep puddles and made big mud pies, But what you said next made me shudder inside. You sat in the sun; I sat in the shade, With Mum’s homemade ice cream and pink lemonade. We shared all our secrets, our comics and toys; Had the same pin ups and kissed the same boys. As we sat with our wine and thought of the past, Of the fun that we’d had; a shadow was cast. You said I was black and the dirt didn’t show, I was speechless with shock, but you didn’t know. As you sit in the sun, turning darker than me I try to figure out the way that you see. How do I tell you, will you understand? An off-hand remark, burns inside like a brand.

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