I was also once bullied. - 28th February


Bullied.

Ever casting the mindless and

Abrupt needles of staining.

Yet purpose serves without meaning.

Adrift the shore of perplex

Entwining to the never-ending.

Yet the moral has risen; and shatters.

Scales of forlorn, cynical destitution.

And it hurts,

So stop pushing me.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2006-02-28 at 09:02

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she
Its so short I had to re-read it again and again.Its still puzzles me the way things happen in the world and we have no idea its happening(I'm thinking where I was on 28th).I am so sorry that you are hurt.A million hugs from me to ease the pain.....love, she
2006-03-01


Christabel
This is very well worded.
A very accurated description of the feelings you have.
I know what it's like.
2006-02-28