Her body shook against the cold biting wind and she pulled her coat closer around herself. She was just walking and walking and had actually lost her bearings for the moment, but she just didn’t care.
By Teresa Turner3 years ago in Families
Darkness…… Darkness looms around me I can feel it’s hot ugly breath My skin crawls, my heart cries, I’m running away from death
By Teresa Turner3 years ago in Poets
A Poem I wrote a few years ago now...... Why is it that we see the worst in all that people do? We slag them off, we tear them down a peg or two
I’m tired Mum, I hear a voice shout I’m tired Mum, I’m blocking him out I’m tired Mum, he shouts it again I’m tired Mum, I’m going insane
My Dad was a great man, a good man, oh and fun My Dad would bake with me a biscuit or a bun My Dad could make people laugh with just one bad Dad joke
She sat amongst the paint brushes, her soul it did feel spent. As colours dripped around her, her heart felt it would rend.
I live with a man who is broken I live with a man who is lost I live with a man who is broken I live with a man who gets cross