Our very own

poem by: Martyn Grindrod
Written on Dec 13, 2016

Our very own :

It started as a mild heart strain 
arising and rising through my veins 
a shot of heroin
Our very own schism of pain 

Above us blackened sky
a thunderous storm
a cloudburst of rain 
Our very own floodplain 

You bowled me over
My wickets in your hurricane
breaking my barriers
Our very own weather vane




thank you

Tags: happy, love, rhyme, hope, wishful,

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Christopher Russon commented:

Lovely poem.

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