Wednesday, 10 August 2011

A215 Poem

Based on the theme of brutality.


Being so scared you can barely breathe,
Running and hiding, no one would believe.
Unknown to my family, I could never tell.
Talking in riddles when my body hurt like hell.
Accidents is what they were,
Love was why it was given.
Inside I believed I didn’t care,
Too many feelings hidden
You didn’t break me in the end, but you’ll never be forgiven.


  1. I can't say I 'liked' this.. it's harrowing. However, you did a great job Kirsty x

  2. Your words are very thought-evoking, Kirsty. Great stuff. :)