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Penny Goodhall Poem
A life unto of ebb & flow
The Masters seated down below
Or high above
I cannot tell
Heaven may beholden hell
My heart cries out
but I think I died
It doesn’t pound that it did before
For where I am, I am not to sure
I did not bleed, I did not scorn
Where did this rath come forlorn
I thought I’d paved the way to free
Yet here I am, alone -
I cannot sea
Except a fair few off light that dwindles
I’m thwarted & it pains me so
To just feel pain and so much woe
I cannot sea
Am I on a boat, Am I on a yacht
These memories that not be forgot
I think I know what’s happening here
It is my turn to take the steer
I never wanted it this way
But now I’m steering all the way
Until the next one, next from me
Beholds from not is from the sea
That dwindling light, passage unclear
The ebb & flow is so near
It may be your time soon to come
That pounding heart that is now done
I cannot sea
Can you see?
Copyright © Penny Goodhall | Year Posted 2025
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Penny Goodhall Poem
Your Forlorn
At some point, I’ll know the pass
So abhorrent I cannot surpass
The cruel and twisted of the mind
I have to keep my mind sublimed
The weeping mind
The mindless soul
The love that was never told
The shame that broke my heart in two
Of forever wanting you
That tiny child, so long ago
The one that never knew a foe
The one that held the cries inside
And now it bleeds out deep you know
That sickening that doth does spew
Because that sickening, that was you
Forgiveness now tis in my mind
I’ve passed a way it is now kind
I hope you get the passage through
Your mind
Release
Don’t feel it blue
One day you’ll seethe in your mind
A fruitful magic of cries inside
Of understanding that you’ll know
No more broken hearts
No more antagonising foe
The weeping mind it is no more
Unfortunately for you
Forlorn
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Penny Goodhall Poem
Not Tonight
My mind it cries into the night
There is no longer so much fright
The rapture that was long ago
Tis is not now I to and fro
Guilded, that is not me
I’m crying to be set free
A lie
Betrayal
I’ve died inside
Just not tonight
Freedom from my deepest sins
Inside my mind just not so kind
Believeth to be set free
Just not tonight
I’ll pull through
It’s in my nature
But sometimes I feel I waiver
The simple cries that hurt me so
Just not tonight
The pain upon my brow
The sorrow felt so deep below
The Autumn is upon us
And yet I do not hear the crow
Inflicted I did unto myself
No yield for my mind that doth come true
Just not tonight
Maybe I can make it further
A rustle of what could come true
No more that is just black and blue
A simple thought, a crackle or a spark
So forever more it will always be
Just not tonight
Copyright © Penny Goodhall | Year Posted 2025
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