a new poem
FRAG
In a war, conflict breeds loyalty not selfishness in your partner, not like chavy England. Basking in the illusional glow of my make believe achievements. More bad nights adding to my bank account of insomnia.
She has fortitude in strength of character. I hate my own reality. What would it of been like to go and to His Latest Flame with Bernie? My most amazing gig with a real women of 21, me just a kid of 17. It was not to be, either of them.
If my life was an open book, on what page would you be? You hold onto every gal like she’s ‘The One’. Don’t ever take something sacred from a pagan site; you could bring ‘something’ back with you. There’s nowt like anger lifting my mood of depression. I hate my own reality.