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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With My Broken Pen Here I Write Again – Written December 1992 (Aged 17)
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