by Laura Salmon
Cold, shivering, clueless
Wandering through the streets
Searching for all those lost
A lost identity
3 AM for mourning
How can you be so cruel?
Are the answers inside
the bottom of the glass?
Why do you hurt me so?
3AM of mourning
Why do I feel your pain?
I won’t trust you today
Why do you draw my blood?
I won’t say it’s goodbye
3 AM of mourning
I will not play your game.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I have been a keen writer and reader of poetry for the last 8 years., I grew up in North Lincolnshire with my family., I am now 21 and in the final semester of my undergrad degree., I have had several pieces published in the past., My poetry is often concerned with the many aspects of the human conditon, and world and political situations such as the war., Aside from my degree and poetry I am a horserider and I compete regularly with my horse Jayde!
Last updated May 29, 2011