Finished Reading
Back to the links
here i am with just one more
but for me its no chore
sometimes its a bore
as these rhymes i just pour

onto paper, my pen
becomes my best friend
my last mate til the end
on whom i depend

in my hour of need
when my heart here does pleed
and it bleeds
and it feeds

but no comfort it finds
just minds

in their twisted up state
you think your a mate
well ya not so i slate

to the ground with my sound
for up i am wound
and now i astound

but do you all hear

do you listen at all
or is my life to small
to consider at all
wheres my ball

to and fro my feelings throw
so home i go
any comments?
Name: neil slater
Email: [email protected]
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