JR (09.04.1962 / Lydney)

Secrets

It's too hard for me to be good.
I'm just pretending, I can't hold it together.

I want to throw it all away.
It's spoilt now, it's rubbish, I want to break it all,
and start again.

Start with new things,
so I can try hard to be be a different person.
So no-one will find out
about all the things I've broken.

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only the broken soul matters and when the soul puts forth such lovely words the matter is settled and joy floods every pore of your being a fine poem