With My Broken Pen Here I Write Again
with my broken pen—
here i write again.
the worded friend will be there—
from beginning to end.
was she born
on the fields of ecstasy?
was she spirit-sent?
my heart is blue,
and my eyes are red.
i hope she will help—
just like she said.
i’ve felt so sorry for myself,
done so much crying.
all i want is to live my life—
i’m so fed up with lying.
it’s not satisfying,
this endless denying.
all i want is someone
to ease my crying,
because here i am, dying.
with my broken pen,
i write again.
James Garratt – December 1992
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More poems from 1992 here
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/category/poems-1992/
With My Broken Pen Here I Write Again – Written December 1992 (Aged 17)
