I don't think I write poetry.
Though sometimes I write rhymes...
I think it's time to take some time out!
Some time just for myself...
Wee free men, "this is who we are"
Not destined to be be slaves...
I shouldn't react, yet I do!
I should feel no pain, yet I do...
What's this? what's this?
There's shiny things all around...
I'll take every single one of them,
All my bruises, scars and scrapes...
I have died so many times inside,
And yet I still keep on breathing...
Tell me that you hear me
We need to know you're there...
I doubt that you will think of them
But I assure you they are there...
You cannot fly with but one wing
Without your voice you cannot sing...
Bbbrrr
Coming is winter...
I never realised I was desolate
Never thought I felt alone...