Collection of Short Poems
Row The Boat, Mail, Post, Praise, The Lock and Realise
Row The Boat
Row, row, row, your dad,
Densely puts you down,
Carelessly, narrowly, spirally, therapy,
Makes you want to drown.
.
Who knows what happens in the mailroom?
Packages strewn.
Stamps decomposed.
Everyone knows.
.
Post
It stopped.
I am there again.
The dirt ascends in my body.
Tear my skin off and let it burst out.
It is 2020.
It is 2020.
It is 2020.
.
Praise
The priest stalks the alter,
Gets ready to pounce,
He prays.
.
The Lock
Click click click click
I need to check the lock
One three five ten
I just need to try it again
What if they break in
What if they got in
What if they're hiding
What if they never left
Click click click click
I need to check it again
.
Realise
I wish I could have realised sooner
Who and what you were
How much I had yet to reveal
According to Achilles, love can heel
I wish I could have realised sooner
Your realise
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Honor Willow Brown
I am a 25 year old student currently in my fourth year of BA English and Film. I'm interested in sharing creative writing, non-fiction articles and poems.
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