The reruns of movies play on the brain Yet they’re memories buried in my head Playing again and filling me with dread And I wonder the ‘I must be insane’ For my body is reliving the pain Curled up on the floor hoping I am dead With my face weeping out its tears in red My spirit dying with nothing to gain
I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an ongoing project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever-growing love of poetry.
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🙂 Love it! ❤ great poem!
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Thanks
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Hugs 💜
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Right back at ya xxx
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