Was going to call this,

A touch of frost.

Think that's already taken.


Summers coming,

Heard the bluebells ring.

From the very start.

Not easy to think of such things,

When you have a frozen heart.


Cannot see insecuritys,

The legacy of the mind.

Cannot let them in,

Bullying lasts a life time.


Winter days my solace,

No one comes to call.

Used to waste my days,

No one cares at all.


Bullying a funny thing,

Don't want to go out.

Don't want to stay in,

 I'm a agoraphobic


What ever I do

there's no win.


There's no hope,

No sun no rays.

Even if I was a kleptomaniac,

I couldn't steal myself away.


Letting people in hurts,

pretending to be your friend. 

That's when the stabbing start's.

Think I prefer my winter days,

As much as my frozen heart.






Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-03-11 at 03:22

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Unfortunately too familiar with the effects of bullyism... as your words demonstrate, it can have a life-long kind of effect, in fact. What you express about it in this poem really pinpoints the consequences of such bad treatment on someone's life. It's a sad truth which you worded very touchingly. Thanks for sharing and I'm sorry to learn it was your experience.

AFRODITE STATHI The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so beautiful and smart!!!Although sad made me laugh your line about "Even if i was a kleptomaniac,i couldn't steal my self away".A good read for us all!!!