Short poems

As a child (@BymePoetry)

As a child (@BymePoetry)

I originally posted this as a reply to a post on Instagram @ByMePoetry

14/04/18

As a child I lied, cried and died a thousand times.

I rhymed lines for fictional crimes to keep my head designed to stay fine.

I’m thirty six.

I lied over eighteen thousand times.

The world still isn’t mine.

But I found a place, a methodology, a kind of gold heart pump, a reflexology.

As a child I lied, cried and died a thousand times.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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