It's in the past - can it really effect me now? - John Ashleigh. - 04 December 2005


Behind.

Normality all but lonely;
A four year old left in the cold.

Breathe upon an altering change,
For an hour left to hold.

Behind the grey pupils,
Love in vengeance, grasped tight.

Wanting to hold his hand again;
Sacrificing for time to fight.

***


No one knows what it’s like.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-12-04 at 01:14

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Zoya Zaidi
POOR YOU!
((((((HUGS YOU TIGHT)))))
((((((HOLD YOU A WHILE IN MY ARMS))))))
(((((((TO MAKE YOU FEEL WARM))))))
(((((((((((((SECURE))))))))))))))
jUST LOVE YOU jOHN!!!
xxx, Zoya
2005-12-11


penfold18
Sounds a lot of hurt in this john,vey well written :-)
2005-12-04


Esti D-G
Yo John,
I love the feel of this poem and the vocabulary, even though it was a bit obscure .
Luv esti
2005-12-04


Albert
Not completely understood, probably the age gap, but the words and flow I loved. Hang in there life gets better.
Regards
Albert
2005-12-04