jane solanrobertson

My head is full of 'something',
I wonder if I'll burst-
I get the weidest feeling
That somehow I've been cursed.
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I think I am losing my mind.
My thoughts and feelings
Are crowding
Prodding
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Warrington, the sixties.

When my children cry boredom
I look back and see
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Each dark night
I lie cold and alone
Watching raindrops fall:
Never-ending tears of lovers
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She's beautiful and bubbly
And mixes easily
Her warmth descends on anyone
That her green eyes might see.
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I'm drawn by the spirits
Of long-ago souls
To stairwells that spiral
Through claustraphobic holes
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This silence is eerie
The sickly stench of desecration
Catches in my throat
Your tiny coats still swinging
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Imagine that I am a candle-
Look into my flame:
Although my beauty tempts you
To me it's just a game.
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But I saw you.
Through the chink in the curtain
When I almost didn't look
And the curtain blew
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Know what?
You've changed.
Used to be a laugh
Now it's
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Dinosaurs in the breadbin,
Fish fingers in the loo -
If you had to live in our house,
You'd be crazy too!
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Beneath a room
Where cherubs slept
You lay
Putrescent
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Rows and rows of boxes
All of them the same
With rooms and rooms of people
Each without a name
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Solid strong and steadfast
But quiet and cold, I wait:
My flowered walls call out to you
To walk in through my gate.
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The mother shed
Her crocodile tears
Feigned the love
Denied for years.
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I'm being stalked...
Haunted by the sweet memory of you and me
Like some sick Grim Reaper
That just won't let me be.
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Reach out
Won't you,
For my shaky hand-
Peer beyond the confines of this body twisted.
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Your accusations slice:
Shards in soft flesh pop-
These unforeseen wounds
Spew, bubbled rubies drop.
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Anger, sadness, tears
Bitter, twisted, fearful
Struggling through the years
Striving to be cheerful.
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