Stolen
By denni1
Wed, 24 Apr 2013
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He has this damned depression thing
He'll probably never work again
He's locked in grief, stuff in his head
He talks about the days, now dead
His family, job, and people then
He's skint, bereaved, got nothing left
His shouts an' screams out loud, how sad
He pulls the shutters down, but then
He sometimes lifts them up again
He'll talk and laugh, like 'normal' men
He's handsome, funny, tall and proud
He can seem charming, but deep down
He wishes for those years gone by, when
He had peace, and l feel
He was stolen from me
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Heart felt and poignant
Heart felt and poignant denni1. The end is well drawn and you convey the loss and sense of frustration and injustice expertly. Well done.
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