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Haunted man once a strange child blues

A poem about growing up as a strange child and becoming a haunted man

By Daniel HooksPublished 4 months ago 1 min read
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I like dark things

I used to talk to god in the dark wilds of my grans cupboard under the stairs

I used to walk around the playground looking for friends just getting blank glares

I used to think god was a man but it’s probably a goddess I was looking for

I used to think I had the key to heavens door,

I broke into her house looking to talk some more

I used to want to be the last messenger of god but the girl with many faces needs someone else

I have walked through the white corridors of mental asylums

I have been a child trying to find her

She left me clues

this is the haunted man once a strange child blues.

By Daniel Hooks AKA Alienpoet

www.alienpoet.com

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About the Creator

Daniel Hooks

A poet, activist and story teller who currently battles with a severe mental health problem.

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  • Grz Colm4 months ago

    Very emotive and I like the repetition of the title in the last line - it’s effective. Great work!

  • This was so profound and poignant. Loved your poem!

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