Loss
Shocking scars,
The past,
So long ago,
Hurt entrenched so deep,
No words can describe,
The manner in which it resides,
No tears can make
The agony seap.
Ever present,
Heavy and weary,
Journey called life throws lots of desires our way,
Longest of time, they have been forever out of my reach.
Ones mind forced to continue,
Troubled,
Searching for a solution,
Lost in the grey.
Thus loss is a doubble whammy,
Stuck in the darkness of yester year,
Triggered by events,
Present day.
May take,
Exit from this trip,
Continue to burden myself,
Unrelenting sorrow.
Wasn't my choice,
Forced upon me,
Yet I see sadness,
Been my closest companion.
If I had a switch,
I would surely press it,
Yet it seems stuck,
With superglue.
Forever frozcen
In the headlights,
Awaiting fate,
Hopeful bliss.
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Like a lot of us been through shitty parts in my life. In 2018 I was living in London, attending a part time acting school. It was a great time. Also I was presenting at an event, one of the tutors at the acting school took me under his wing and mentored me. Part of that process he taught me how to write poetry, or at least express myself through it. Now, I write a poem every day, I write for a hobby. I've had a varied career, the only thing I can say is writing is the best things I've ever done. I absolutely love it. Have got 14 publications on a short story website and launching my own website in December 2022, http://www.PeterGreenhall.com Feel free to add any comments. I hope you enjoy reading my poems as much as I enjoyed putting them together.
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