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The pugilist who
lost the fight,
Took his own life
Doesn’t seem right.
Fighting depression
Round after round
Hitting the canvas
With unerringly sound.
There’s no more bells
No more punches to give
Inside the ring of ropes
Where he once lived.
Time is ticking
Depression mounts
Getting through
the night
Thats what counts.
Pills at the ready
Chair and the rope,
Im drowning in sorrow
Im losing all hope.
The night drags on
Searching for the morn
Wishing hopefully
Why was I ever born.
The cat meows
I can’t raise my head
Every passing moment
I despairingly dread.
The morning comes
It’s still so black
Every step I take
I fall
Through the cracks.
How much more
Can I endure
Pills and the rope
Are my only cure.
You lied to me
I don’t know why
You try manipulation
And then you cry.
Is it a game you
like to play
To try and win
And get your
own way.
I smile
shoulders I shrug
I Make you a tea
In your favourite mug,
You do not have to
Lie to me there’s
Too much heartache
Don’t you agree.
I felt  alive
When you were
By my side,
We travelled
The countries
Far and wide.
Then one morning
In the night you died,
For next year
I cried and cried.
My lover
My soul mate
I miss your face
I scattered your ashes
In your favourite place.
Im still travelling
Far and wide
Everyday wishing
We were
side by side.
Mark Bell Sep 14
Part time flag wavers
Brainwashed by news
Lambs following evil
They haven’t a clue.
Is it really about flags
Is it really about hate
Is it about containment
Because of an open gate.
They’ve found a ***
Of golden honey
Where there given shelter
And a bit of money.
Part time flag wavers
Guarding a ***
Not knowing really why
If you wanting change
Be prepared to die.
Mark Bell Sep 13
I lay beside you
With a troubled mind
I cannot sleep
You’ve been so unkind.
Your back is turned
Your shoulder is cold
What can I do to get
Back into the fold.
Why can’t you tell me
What I have done bad,
The longer it go’s on
Im beginning  to be sad.
I fall asleep in the
Morning your gone
Please please tell
Me what I’ve done wrong.
Mark Bell Sep 12
Clouds are dark
I feel the pain
Oh dear its pouring
Razor blades again.
Sit beside me
hold my hand,
I need to feel
your kindness
Please understand.
I know it’s not
The answer it’s not
going to heal,
Thank you my friend,
I  just like
the way it feels.
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