Well, I first started writing poetry when I told my grandmother (a great poet) that I was hopeless at it and then realised that I'd never actually tried it before. So I did try it and found I had myself a talent. I later came across the workings of a famous poet known as William Blake and that increased my liking for poetry, thus making it a hobby of mine... the end. |
Subconscious memories lurking beneath,
Lying in dormant like knife within sheath...
As I wipe the dust from the photo frame,
I close my eyes and whisper her name...
Laying here upon my bed,
I flip through the pages of the books I’ve...
In essence now I have to say
That life does not belong...
Repugnant thoughts in my mind’s dark eye,
Subconscious memories that never die...