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Relief, no more

No more will self-hurting relieve me of pain,

No more can I ignore the not knowing,

No more a distraction, my head in the sand,

My fear coming true, my senses are reeling.

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Where once before I could block out my cares,

Where once before I could simply pretend,

Where once before, there were options anew,

Limitations abound, I know this will end.

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Gone are the times when they’d try something more,

Gone are the days, no more tests,

Gone are the trials, the ‘give it a go’s,

Exhausted, brick walls, they have done but their best.

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No money could buy an alternative path,

No money could pave the way fairer,

No money can change an inevitable end,

The path now, the finale feels nearer.

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What more can I do, can we do to relieve?

What more can be done, comfort givers?

What more now can those at the top change our game?

They can do nothing more, their hopes tiny slivers.

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Fault cannot lie at the door of the healer,

Fault cannot lie at the door of the cross,

Fault cannot lie, now, with past misadventure,

Nobody at fault, all know impending loss.

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Funny how sadness can free us from hate,

Funny how sadness can rewrite feelings past,

Funny how feelings can change in a heartbeat,

So much more so, when those beats near their last.

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A Painless Ever After (;)

Viewing my body from a distant world,

The life all but ebbed, all that is fluid, gone,

A path I vowed never to walk again,

Abandoned, alone, my mind was changed.

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No more a heart beat, hopelessness reigning,

Gone is the heartbreak, enveloped in sadness,

Black hole enticing, its mystery draws me near,

Agonising, aimless, my tears no longer flow.

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Outcast by society, cut off from the world,

Loneliness my friend, my faithful ally,

Silent cries unheard, unheeded pleas,

Darkness, eternal rest or damnation.

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Calling my name, to white light, desperation,

Grasp at my hand, my mind to awaken,

Blackened souls retreat, forcefully gone,

Unconditional pain, your eyes disbelieving.

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What if…

What if…reality is all make believe?

What if…we have no purpose at all?

What if…we have no reason to grieve?

What if…none of this is real?

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What if…we live inside our own minds?

What if…our friends are only imagined?

What if…there is no sunshine to blind?

What if…none of this is real?

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What if…we invent our own child’s face?

What if…our existence is non-existent?

What if…our home land just isn’t a place?

What if…none of this is real?

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What if…we have not even a past?

What if…there is no future?

What if…there’s emptiness, a space so vast?

What if…none of this is real?

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What if… there is no place to call Hell?

What if… there is, then, no heaven?

What if…our head is the place that we dwell?

What if…none of this is real?

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What if…none of this is real?

What if…we have never been?

What if… none of this is real?

What, then, does this life mean?

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Your Last Breath

One last exhalation, your  life is now gone,

No matter you’re rich or you’re poor,

When the sum of your life is your very last breath,

What remains, not the same as before.

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A shell of your being, lies stately and still,

You’re no more than when you first came,

Into this world, you had nothing at all,

Leave with no more than your name.

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No matter, the friends and the family near,

The end’s still the end, nothing more,

Nothing on earth will be bringing you home,

Your spirit, it’s time now to soar.

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Your winter of life found you sorrow, alone,

Life’s cruelest blows you were dealt,

Warm memories shared of a time which has gone,

If only you knew how much sadness we’ve felt.

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Now, as you rest in your bed silently,

The hope we have for you, release,

Gone is the solitary life you have led,

Among angels, may you now rest in peace.

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Heartbreak for a lost soul

Sadness and heartbreak, of hope there is none,

From the womb shared with siblings, you came,

Help offered gladly, unwanted, denied,

Choosing life’s pathway cannot be undone.

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Vocational choices, there have been a few,

Offered progressions aplenty,

Why, then, oh why, when great chances arose,

Were they shelved with you starting anew?

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Pennies and pounds with no meaning, were lost,

Bailed out more times than a few,

Intention to settle, time and again,

Beds came and went, opportunities tossed.

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False accusations, my way they have flown,

Cutting deep swathes through my heart,

My soul’s been destroyed, such hurt undeserved,

Turmoil is the life into which I’ve been thrown.

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A life, not so easy, its start often wrong,

Booze laced with violence, the norm,

Escaped it to save you, such threats were disarmed,

The life we were leading, we did not belong.

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Now, with your choices, your life keeps the pace,

Of the hunted and damaged and torn,

Desperately tried to keep you from such harm,

Even now, still you sling that life back in my face.

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Not sure I can help you, it’s you who must change,

Chances, they will become few,

Control of your life is what now you must take,

No more can I do this, your world to arrange.

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Winnie!

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I really need my snuggly Winnie,
He helps me to drop off to sleep,
I cling to his softness and cuddle him close,
I’m too young to be counting sheep.

For Winnie, my soft, friendly, comfort,
He lies by my side in my cot,
His nose near my nose as I drift into night,
Please don’t lose him, I’d miss him a lot!

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I just had to share this awesome poem written by Brian Bilston.

I was so moved by this cleverly written poem I just had to share it. Steffan Griffiths, the Headmaster of Norwich School, where I work as an IT Services Manager, included this in his start of term address, which focused on the power of language. As you all know, I love to write poetry – mainly rhyming verse – but this poem has touched me. Please do have a read – both ways – it will blow your mind.

Refugees, by Brian Bilston

They have no need of our help

So do not tell me

These haggard faces could belong to you or me

Should life have dealt a different hand

We need to see them for who they really are

Chancers and scroungers

Layabouts and loungers

With bombs up their sleeves

Cut-throats and thieves

They are not

Welcome here

We should make them

Go back to where they came from

They cannot

Share our food

Share our homes

Share our countries

Instead let us

Build a wall to keep them out

It is not okay to say

These people are just like us

A place should only belong to those who are born there

Do not be so stupid to think that

The world can be looked at another way

 

(Now read from bottom to top)