this i wrote as i can take anything the devil trows at me ,but if i lose my mum ,what have i got .


it dident matter to me

in my life i know it may be time to go ,
the scars dont heal and the pain dont go,the living hell i only know .
the evil that lives in me ,is always trying to take my soul.
i can fight them every day ,but to know my mother they can just take away .
if it does come to this day ,the devil will know im on my way .
to put out the hells of fire and fight him on this day ,,,,




Poetry by dee quirke
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Written on 2018-01-13 at 20:47

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! Dee, knowe there those you have never met. Yet sense and know, we are thinking out to you and to your mum. Hugs from all over the globe that foms poetbay.
Ken
2018-01-13