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Wait

So, it’s been a while since I shared any of my poetry with you all. This one, ‘Wait’ was written when I was 13 years old. It was published by Foyle Young Poets in Looking For Lyrics – The Song In My Heart and so isn’t my usual type of thing. Let me know in the comments below what you think! Feel free to share too 🙂 

 

Sometimes at night I stay awake

To see if you will call.

But now for weeks, I haven’t slept,

No word from you at all.

I pass the place where we first met

You still don’t have a clue

Even though there is no word

I live and breathe for you.

 

Though the silence haunts me

I will wait and see

If in fact you truly love her

Or if you’ll fall for me.

We’ll wait for days to see

If this could be our fate

But I guess I’ll have to wait.

 

There can be times when I am mad

With your naivety

You sit and think of you and her

And I of you and me.

But through our laughs and crazy jokes

Along with all we do

It’s incredible you can’t see

I really do love you.

 

Though the silence haunts me

I will wait and see

If in fact you truly love her

Or if you’ll fall for me.

We’ll wait for days to see

If this could be our fate

But I guess I’ll have to wait.

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Looking out at Portrush
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Bird with a broken wing

For years I wrote poetry in an attempt to clear my head and be creative. I entered a few competitions and had 2 or 3 published with Foyle Young Poets, but I never shared them with my family. So I thought I’d post one of my earliest poems here to ask for your opinions! Please be as brutal as you want, honesty is always the best policy.
“They’ve started again,” my sister says

As she crawls into bed.

I pull her close and hug her tight

Their shouting enters my head.
I cannot sleep, so I watch her rest,

Jealous of her peacefulness.

As morning breaks, a bird starts to sing,

And so begins my loneliness.
In school, I listen to my friends

Wittering and chirping away.

They don’t know how much I dread

Going home at the end of the day.
Sometimes I want to fly away;

To laugh and chirp and sing.

But as long as I live with them,

I’m like a bird with a broken wing.

Ktkinnes xx