Poetry

My space

By 2nd April 2009December 9th, 2019No Comments

In the comfort of my own space, I have no hatred for religion or race
The lights are out as I lay in darkness, I am starved and I am hopeless
I am neither hot nor cold, the memories of my loved ones I still hold
In the silence I have no fear, no happy thought or saddened tear
It is quiet with the thoughts in my head, am I alive or am I dead

Paul Rose

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