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Writing the wrongs

Poetry, writing, and recovery from mental illness

Glance,
a smile,
a whisper,
a cold shoulder
–ouch.

Dailypost: First Impression, A Lantern Poem

Fences:
garden of
my heart

Which needs explaining
the presence of misery
or the frequent lack?

half-empty mug
alone in winter
kinda makes me sad

watching the seagulls
I realise
it’s gonna be fine

Now you are not here
in poetry I find you
dark winter mornings

this world hurts at times
but the sun shows me her smile
to provoke my own

Smiles and selfies. Bomb.
To all those innocent souls:
we won’t forget you

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2017_Manchester_Arena_bombing

Just for a second

I forgot where this bed was

Thought I was back home 

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