Friday, June 4

Silent Witness - By Stephen Harvey

















I grasp her hand in the silence
It feels safe and warm as my fingers explore her emotions and memories
I seek a lost reminder of love, the need is confirmation
That the world is kind and SHE will remain my closest allie
This flame needs more than a sigh to extinguish its honour
And it will remain the true standard to which I judge my mood
I lighten my grip to reveal my soul and descend
The darkness has enveloped my trust and I suffocate my tears with lies
This is the same as evermore.
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Little Boy Lost - Stoke Poetry

Poetry from Stoke On Trent. The various verses within this blog explore my changing reality and mood swings. Verses that meander around domestic violence, self harm and mania, then return to enjoy happier thoughts and emotions from my childhood and the local area and its fantastic history and heritage. This is truly subversive and thought provoking literature from the heart of England that will live with you forever.

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