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Lost in Anger by Mitchell-Thompson, literature
Literature
Lost in Anger
Having been wronged by a grey fortified world built against me,
blind in all its action to persecute me for only being unique;
I took refuge in my room, four decorated walls, ceiling, floor,
and a bed to warm me with dreams - in the sleep, that I did seek.
I dreamt of long ago, all those bitter, sweet moments dearly missed;
of better worlds with lovers, friends and family in all our happiness.
Then I woke. I realised that the life I lived was all just a fairytale,
and gloomy I sat back staring into the night, shadow and darkness.
Anger and frustrations boiled to the surface and frothed over all the edges.
My eyes were ablaze; fuming
Pale Stagnant Skies by Mitchell-Thompson, literature
Literature
Pale Stagnant Skies
I look up at the pale stagnant skies
to see no thunder brewing.
I contemplate over younger days -
so vividly filled with colour.
In time, memories have faded into
these black and white photographs.
Who knew such fun and sweet delight
would soon become so sour?
We were kids above the moon in
passion and ecstasy for another.
Where did we stumble? I still
don’t know, but what I know is this:
we had our hearts set on our dreams,
we rushed ahead with this love.
And our hearts sang to each other
indifferent of another’s weakness.
But with each passing battle -
testing; a brutal blow was dealt
and as we fought with all o
