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Poetry from within

Submitted by

Jan Hedger

Complicated Me

I write in blood and bleed in ink,

my thoughts I feel and my feelings I think.

I paint in tears and cry in colors,

I lock up angels and release my monsters.

I sing with silence and say nothing in screams,

yet I dream my ending and end my dreams.

I fear my smile and smile in fear,

I listen to the noises that I canít hear.

I speak in movement and move with words,

I cry at happiness and feel numb with hurt.

Long for sleep but open my eyes, will I win the game,

but lose the prize?

I wish for death, but kill off my hope,

tie a noose but I'll climb the rope!

Do what I shouldnít and ignore what I should.

I crave what I donít want,

itís no goodÖ.

Iím too complicated and yet I'm just boring me,

always so isolated, I'm not who Iím supposed to be!

Adam C Mitchell

FootNote: A poem from a young man I met at Whitchurch Bookshrop for open mic. Ex army now a crime thriller novel writer and budding poet