Friday, 21 May 2010

Poem wot I rote

I don't normally write poetry because I'm not very good at it, but this one just kinda came out today, so I thought I would share it with you.


Would you listen when I tell you
my worries
however small they seem to you
and not dismiss them?
Would you hold my hand
down the road
down the years?
Would you tell me when I have
spinach in my teeth
a twinkle in my eye
complained too much
and still be kind about it?
Would you understand when I cry out
that I’m not sixteen anymore
and rage against gravity
and time
and lose my hope?
Would you be patient when my world turns
blue, then grey
then black
and wait it out with me until
the sun shines again?
And at the end, would you switch the machine

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