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.
Sunday, November 7
Woman
I do try to skip through life
But there is a hole in my heart.
Its a void
Avoid the cliche
But, it can only be destroyed
within the prize possession
Of your loving arms
Woman !
By Stephen Harvey
Written as part of a ten minute challenge at City Voices Writers Forum: The random words given were hole, void and skip.
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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