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Branches

The black misshapen branches
Bent forward to touch my head,
Then with their sharpened fingers
They carried me off towards the dead.

“You must pay me for your nightmares
Before I can take away your pain.
The payment is all that stands between you
And eternal shame.

The bodies are still bleeding
Their stories as yet cannot be told,
But I promised only to keep them
Until you were too old.

I have come to collect my payment.
I have been waiting since that first day
I’ll accept nothing but your soul
Or I’ll let the nightmares carry you away.”

The eerie branches closed around me
To form a prison cell.
Then I heard my nightmares calling
Amidst the echoing screams of hell.

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To Pay the Price

I sit and wish for silence bereft of any sound.
But echoes of saddening voices are resounding all around.

I hear people in the shadows that pass noisily in the night,
They make me wish for anonymity and be hidden out of sight.

Is loneliness so full of sadness that it’s so hard to recognise,
Or is the taste in the tears of sorrow that are waiting to be cried?

It feels as if pain waits in every doorway, every place I go?
Does it lurk on every corner? Does know what I know?

Will staying away from shadows make the evil go away?
Or can solitude be the answer if the price is not too high to pay?

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To be humble, to be grateful, to be caring, to be kind,

Are four small words, but huge qualities to find.

Politicians give us promises. They tell us what they want us to hear.

They manipulate our trust. They orchestrate fear.

Politics create the dead. Politics doesn’t care if others die.

Power is the politician’s God. My truth is the politicians lie.

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Am I Worthwhile?

Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, please don’t laugh at me
When your laugh is fuelled by my anxiety.
Why do you torment me when you can’t explain
What it is I have to deal with, with my invisible pain.

Depression is always there, it hoovers over my head
When it hits me I feel I’d be better off if I was dead.
It’s hard to understand how punishing those thoughts can become
And when eventually it leaves me, I’m left feeling completely numb.

I lay in bed. I don’t want to move.
But I don’t want you looking at me as though you disapprove.
You be me, and I’ll be you,
Then tell me exactly what you would do?

Please don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh at me,
I’m not looking for any of your sympathy.
I don’t know why but I’m different and at times I feel damaged,
I wish I had a simple wound that you could bandage.

I want you to cradle my face in your palm
Then kiss me gently and shelter me from harm.
I want you to give me peace, I want you to make me smile.
I want you to make me whole. I want you to make me worthwhile.

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