Alone In my loft...
poem by:
Frank Hornby .
Written
on Feb 14, 2023
"When the arguing, and the shouting....became too much to bare... I'd go and be alone with my pigeons...enjoy the tranquility just sitting there... Quietly sat in the corner...just watching what pigeons did... ...it comforted my mind...I was a mixed up troubled kid.. At 14yrs old ...my pigeons were all there was in my life... I found it so hard...dealing with all the troubles, and strife... I'd escape from the "dark cloud"...that enveloped the flat.. just being in the loft with my pigeons....took me away from all that... I wished that life would be easy...and I'd dream I could fly... I imagined the feeling...of my freedom...so high in the sky... So when things got a bit too heavy....it was the only place to be... because, time spent alone with my pigeons....was like therapy to me."
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