Poetry – Auburn's Creative Palpitations

The Strange Land Of The East.

She was only in her twenties when she felt the call from the East Falling walls, technology booming, this was what she named a treat Towards the East and rucksack loaded, she decided to flee A life of monotony, overprotection, too much honey from the bees. Once the plane landed there, a smell of freshContinue reading “The Strange Land Of The East.”

You were my Mum when I was Weak….

you were my Mum when I was Weak you were my Dad when I’d only scream You were my bosom when I wouldn’t eat We chased mosquitoes like someone would Preach I miss you so Nurse of Mine my Gold if only you, you could only hold… me again, cos we ‘re all getting old…..Continue reading “You were my Mum when I was Weak….”