Naked to Pain
Beneath your blind and wrinkled face, you know There lies a hidden strength on which to draw; You seethe and huddle in the ground below,
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Beneath your blind and wrinkled face, you know There lies a hidden strength on which to draw; You seethe and huddle in the ground below,
They carved your name into my arm, I hoped you’d be my lucky charm. My body shakes, I’m wracked with pain, I won’t ever do