Now let us go back some 98 years,
To a frightful memory...
I'm shaking and I'm thumping
My hearts jumping...
Clasp my hands and start to pray, my hands are...
The pencil writes with my wrist, the words they...
That primal taste in your mouth,
You see the words on the wall...
If I had one more chance to say I'm sorry,
One more chance to hear your voice...
Dear mum,
Please don't feel like you are losing a daughter...
My mother must wear the deaths of her children
Like cold hard stones around her neck...
28th November, 2012.
A whirlwind appears heralding an array of havoc...
You'll find me here in restraints,
just as I ought to be...
Please note that this poem is being re posted from...
Hear in my head the screaming...
On my knees, praying to God,
begging, cajoling, making a deal...
A closed four walled space
Where no one can see...