So, I’ve just been looking through some (really) old poems, and I found a notebook full of teen angst type stuff, some of it so awful I doubt I’ll ever share it! But I found the below poem, which was my sister’s favourite at the time (I didn’t show my work to many people, back then)… I’m not sure how I feel about this one, what do you think? Have a read (original title and punctuation copied carefully from my notebook – I didn’t have a computer back then!)
A silent scream comes from within. It pierces through the noise of the external world like a bullet plunges into the soft flesh of a living body. No-one hears. But the pain is like waiting for tomorrow to come. It grips the throat and squeezes until the inside is outside and the outside is no longer a reality but a dream from the depths of the imagination and life… Ceases to exist.