The gentle sound, a steady touch,
serene bliss, a sign of trust.
Ease my mind, keep it calm
soft like a leaf resting in my palm
carried by the gentle wind.
to deliver soft a whisper to my ear
then in the back of my mind a new whisper comes
this one is not kind, it fills me with fear.
A harsh screech, a forceful grab,
mistrust sets in, no bliss is found
keeps me tethered, keeps me down
like an anchor chaining me to the ground.
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A Boy from the Valley {Poems}
PoetryThis is a collection of poems i have written over time. Hope you enjoy Diolch yn fawr- R.A.Jones
