The Death Of Me

The Death Of Me short poem

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I am now estranged from everything I once was
The very simple things that change because
A lover loved someone and then was crossed
I sat and cried for hours and something in me now was lost
No more sunshine in my life but just clouds, memories unwashed
Repeating nightmares and voices in my head all rushed
No desire to endure anything unlike the boy I crushed
Here I am just standing naked in the rain for people like us
The name of Peter I once was but just a person that died
in a corridor of a hospital; ashes to ashes dust to dust.

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Peter Kiggin

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I am a poet through and through and anyone that tells you different you must deny it and slap them across the face very roughly indeed. I love the normal things in life and turning them into mysterious meaningful emotionally attached fascinating object or subjects.
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J.rid
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So sad Peter a good poem when you can make one feel

Preeti
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There are times when you feel like detaching yourself from the rest of the world…a true human emotion…

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