by PETER SOUTHERN | Mar 18, 2008 | Poetry
Why do you do it grandad? When you know it upsets you so Every year you march in London, tell me why do you need to go? You stand in the cold for hours just waiting for your turn When you march past with the others tell me why do you look so stern? I remember asking...
by PETER SOUTHERN | Mar 18, 2008 | Poetry
The tears in your eyes, my heart full of pain. Don’t worry I’ll be safe, and back home again. See you soon, take care, the words stumble out. I love you I’ll miss you, my heart shouts out. Your face at the window one last brave smile. How long apart,...
by PETER SOUTHERN | Mar 17, 2008 | Poetry
When you see a beggar on the pavement, huddled over and dressed in old rags Do you think there’s another loser who wastes his money on cheap cider and fags? You only had time for one quick glance, as you walked on quickly by What you failed to see in that unwashed...
by PETER SOUTHERN | Mar 7, 2008 | Poetry
My shadows are with me both day and night You won’t see them, for they are not for your sight They are from memories that lie in the back of my head That only come to fore when its time for my bed I can also hear the voices of those long since gone No matter where I...
by PETER SOUTHERN | Mar 5, 2008 | Poetry
Why did they destroy me? My self esteem and confidence have gone. If I did have PTSD before, how did I work so well, for so long? They focused on “Not to work in the frontline” and ignored “Should be redeployed”. Despite all my determination and hard work THEY WON, I...
