unpublished poem by a youth from Larkin Street Youth Services
*typos and capitalization are [sic]
"I am a sad poet
My words are bleeding
Who cares, you poets
Are forever teething
I am sad in here
You only need one eye to see
Tears are found here
And the edge is steep
I have cried and hoped
Death would be release
But that is far from
The rest I need
And each time it ends
In a lover's bout
Adds scars visible
To you, no doubt
But are invisible to me
Are shielded and concealed
Like wounded soldiers minds
Are falsely healed
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