Sometimes existing is just not enough 

Sometimes time traveling to a time

In ones mind is. Then again maybe not.



Thinking back standing on a hillock,

Quantum thinking about running down.

Must have been a right pillock,

Running down such a steep hillock.


Better to feed a memory then the brain,

Remembering a  wobberly time back when.

I'd have to climb the hillock once again,

In my mind I was big maybe nine going on ten.


Could remember mother lifting me off the floor,

Pillows laying on the ground in case I fell down.

Off the sofa  once again as I have done

Many times before.

Being only three going on four.


Being dragged to school, From mum being torn.

Can't remember a time I hated more.

A left handed dyslexic bullied kid,

Who's only problem was being born.


Know I stand on top of South downs,

Looking down from my hill top once again.

Wishing I could be that little kid once more,

Being older not wiser knowing in my

Unworthy life.

There's no pillows left to catch me anymore.





Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-04-10 at 08:32

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dott Print text Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
This englobes so many things... like a memory lane trip recalling the good and fun times of childhood and youth in contrast to adulthood, but there's also the marking of cruel treatments during that time for which a heart can never forget. I can relate to that unfortunately. The last line gives a strong feeling of aloneness, it's very striking for me. Reading this made me want to reach out to give a hug! You express those feelings well, thanks.

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What a poignant last line! And the whole poem is marked by an ease of diction, and a jauntiness (if that's the right word) that in no way diminishes the serious intent.