Category : Poems

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As I stomp my boots on the street,
Hammered by rain that constantly beats, 
When I pull the needle out my soul leaks, 
Now my jumper looks like blood stained sheets. 

Stigma is worn on my right inner arm sleeve, 
'Jesus will absolve your sins' my mother weeps,
In life you sow what you reap, 
Still towards death's bony fingers my life creeps.