Naked. In the classroom.
Bleeding. On the playground.
Burning. Speak to mocking glee.
Hating. Trumpet enemy to ash.
Bitter. Taste of citric thunder.
Frightened. A thrashed hound.
Laughing. Bless and crown the fool.
Whispers. Ragged spat out words.
Crying. Finger the digital tongue.
Loveless. Forged coins for tup'enny desire.
Wishing. Of a quiet Life.
Scarred. Like a dead embarrassment...
@Steven Francis poems 1997
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