Poems by Chris Harding

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  • Seperate the pain into insignificant morsels of...
    Withered skin turned grey from the shame...

  • Under the weight of constant observation
    Our ideals falter and we are taken...

  • The spiders web grows
    Silver strands linked together...

  • A spiritual feeling, uplifting, all revealing, awe...
    Gather myself here, a mind coming from chaos...

  • Look back – you can only see...
    Can you see yourself in the mirror...

  • Another day here
    I sit as the world spins by...

  • I stare out
    And survey this madness...

  • Got so much to lose
    Whilst having nothing that feels like my own...

  • As we stand on ashen ground
    Black days wear weary shoulders down...