“I see her face from time to time, there in the sky above”…

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She remembers all the good times…
She never forgot the bad…
She’s got so many memoires…
Now they’ve all come flooding back…

She replays every moment…
It all seems crystal clear…
From the first fight with her Mother…
To the first time she held love near…

There were days just filled with laughter…
A few nights filled with dread…
Bittersweet the flashback visions…
Now filling her terrified head…

She’s not sure how she got here…
It’s cold, it’s Black, it’s dark…
They took her by surprise…
Tranquillised her with a dart…

There was no particular reason…
She was simply in the wrong place…
Now she’s got to figure out…
How to escape this confined space…

Her heart and pulse are pounding…
Vomit fills her dried out throat…
The panic inside is rising…
Chances of being found are remote…

Her nails bleed from the scratching…
Her constrained body and mind terrified…
She screams as she’s running out of air…
Powerless, underground, they buried her alive…

She remembers all the good times…
She could never hurt anyone…
She was the kindest soul you could ever meet…
But her time on Earth is all but done…

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“It is as it is” – For Cancer Research…

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Well…

Not quite sure what to say, but the paperback version of this book of poems is ready to buy earlier than planned! If you click the picture it should take you through to the lulu webpage.

It’s taken a while from concept to delivery, some road humps along the way, but it is not too bad for a first attempt.

All profit from this project will be collated over the next 12 months and donated to Cancer Research.

For your information, the cost to make each book is £4.10, so each purchase will mean a donation of £5.89. I will keep a running total on a fixed page somewhere so you can keep track if you are interested.

A hardback version will follow, but the cost price on that is huge, so I am not sure if there will be much in the way of selling / donations. Time will tell.

When I started this blog, I did it in secret and for the most part, I still do. I wrote and continue to write for therapy under servere pressure, trying to hold my head and my sanity together whilst the world around me fell apart. Watching my Father slip away crowned an amazing 15 month period in my life that couldn’t have been written by the best script writers.

But I am still here, still trying to get through life like we all do – It’s fair to say I have been on the ropes, but not knocked out…

I appreciate that many of you have read my words and have been subjected to my torrid last few months – for that I apologise and thank you in equal measure. Most of you are faceless to me, but you all have a talent in writing and reading others work inspires me to do better and look at my own work through a different lens.

I have had help and encouragement from offline too and they know who they are – so thank you!!

I hope that you are able to donate to this cause, but if not, the poems remain on the site and who knows, a volume 2 may evolve– so thanks again for reading and enjoy.

Cheers

J

“I see her face from time to time, there in the sky above”…

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She remembers all the good times…
She never forgot the bad…
She’s got so many memoires…
Now they’ve all come flooding back…

She replays every moment…
It all seems crystal clear…
From the first fight with her Mother…
To the first time she held her love near…

There were days just filled with laughter…
A few nights filled with dread…
Bittersweet the flashback visions…
Now filling her terrified head…

She’s not sure how she got here…
It’s cold, it’s Black, it’s dark…
They took her by surprise…
Tranquillised her with a dart…

There was no particular reason…
She was simply in the wrong place…
Now she’s got to figure out…
How to escape this confined space…

Her heart and pulse are pounding…
Vomit fills her dried out throat…
The panic inside is now rising…
The chances of being found are remote…

Her nails bleed from the scratching…
Her body constrained, her mind terrified…
She screams, but she’s running out of air…
Powerless, underground, they buried her alive…

She remembers all the good times…
She could never hurt anyone…
She was the kindest soul you could ever meet…
But her time on Earth is all but done…

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