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.
Friday, November 12
Gone
Gone are the chances to build bridges gone
Gone are the times in anguish his fun
Gone are the childhoods with punches once thrown
Gone are the days when left on my own
Gone are the bruises and cries in the night
Gone are the grown ups who thought he was right
Gone is my Father
I miss him so much
Gone
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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