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Silent sobbing of a desperate heart crippled by realities and blurred out thoughts,
they are truths of pain which can never be erased forever imprinted in my memory.
Rebirth is beautiful in concept and imagination but I don't wish to be reborn today,
I pray so hopefully that today is the day I can finally learn to change.
Louisa Coller Feb 20
Body heat against a blanket,
Covering me in hope and sadness,
I love you dearly and more than before,
But you're not here at all.
Why do you rush
Through my soul
Like a bullet
Waving in
But not
Out
23
Everywhere I visit,
those numbers follow.
I gaze upon my imaginary fortune,
Falling gracefully within the hollow.
My heart is in awestruck,
Face hidden amongst bedsheets,
They all smell like you.
Louisa Coller Jan 28
Your structure was tall like a tree in the night,
yet they shot you down faster than lightning.
I felt myself falling in this deep endless abyss,
while they stand tall above us in this empty place.
Nothing is clear to us.

One by one each payment is erased,
one by one each month is replaced.
the more we look, the more it hurts us,
as we sit here in a confused daydream.

Vulnerable people grasping onto what they can,
it sounds dramatic only when you feel safe.
They say their words represent our feelings,
yet every person I know never felt the same.
I never knew how to feel like them.

One by one each payment is erased,
one by one each month is replaced.
the more we look, the more it hurts us,
as we sit here in a confused daydream.

For you grew in a shell of a place,
I never knew from my experiences.
But, for the place I did know for years,
I feel the colours fade away.
Every hue, every shade.

One by one, each person begins to walk away,
one by one, they make out it’s our fault again.
Yet, instead of fixing what is broken in masses,
we find new ways to paint over it again and again.

For I wonder what becomes of us?
If I’m not enough, will we be enough?
Even then, will they come knocking,
for us to pay their debts?
My pockets are empty.
This poem was written to be sent to Hungry Hill Writing for their 'Poets meet Politics' competition; I have wrote three poems for this competition; The first poem I entered, this is to highlight that it isn't just the United Kingdom being in a Political disaster... America, or the USA, itself, isn't doing much better. Government Shutdown, the workers not getting their pay. It's just a disaster everywhere isn't it?

This is meant to be the worries conveyed from an American and English person in love.
Louisa Coller Jan 28
The time on the clock ticks fast,
you hear them shattering glass.
Explosive sounds in night,
Small hands hold on you tight.
"Don't forget us when it's passed”.
This poem was written to be sent to Hungry Hill Writing for their 'Poets meet Politics' competition; I have wrote three poems for this competition; This is the second entered; The title is quite self-explanatory, this is about the border of Ireland.
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