CRASH.....to late.

CRASH.....to late.

A Poem by Huw

People aren’t afraid of the Doctor

They fear what the Doctor might say.

People don’t hate the preacher,

They hate what the preacher might pay.

People suffer discomfort and pain

Rather than ask the question

What is wrong with me?

Why do I feel this way?

Everyone else seems to be coping

Why not me?

What is this feeling?

What is this burden?

Where will I be happy?

 

CRASH....to late.

 

© 2015 Huw


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Added on June 19, 2015
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Huw
Huw

Ammanford, Wales, United Kingdom



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I've been commenting on someone's drawings for a couple of months and she asked if I was a published poet. It made me laugh because I'd left school at 13 years old and never completed formal education.. more..

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A Poem by Huw