Haunted man once a strange child blues
A poem about growing up as a strange child and becoming a haunted man
By Daniel HooksPublished 6 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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Daniel Hooks
A poet, activist and story teller who currently battles with a severe mental health problem.
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Comments (2)
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!