Christmas poetry competition 2023

Grief is a thing that fills me, I have horror about how it happened,

I’m not supposed to be the one paying the fees, But I’m the only one who can now be flattened

It will always lay in my heart, The day I collected my sons trusty things, He was a man, smarter than me, The pain, it really stings. My horse kicks and I wonder what it thinks, Will it feel my pain? It seems the only thing that has a real glimpse Into how I have nothing to gain So, I don’t know what to do anymore, I might as well go out. I feel like a ship that was never moored, One that is full of doubt.

By David Hunter