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Poem 76

Very Bad Archive

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Stephen Wakeling

You strain your back and close to the door to the little office as you struggle to keep your train of talk.

The little things you say roll along the carpet in my direction.

"un-fun people make me red inside my eyes and I have to hurt my pets and my children and myself"

You’re squint and smile in low tones. The little words on the carpet are only for me to see.

I can only see my own face and feel my own mouth.

It’s not hard to see what you don’t like about yourself and why I want to cry.

Stephen Wakeling has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 24/11/06. Read more of Stephen's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Stephen's latest works:

Puppy Tree

Submitted May 4th 2007, 15:29

Ghostly-locks

Submitted Apr 20th 2007, 10:09

Something naked this way comes

Submitted Mar 30th 2007, 15:12