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Harriet Coppard Poem
What are you burning
I think it's your soul
Breathing in smoke
That won't fill the hole
And when you breathe out
Your chemical pain
Your heart is still bleeding
And numb just the same
Emptiness comes
You know it so well
The hours of nothingness
Then breaking the spell
Dead ends and grey roads
You've been here before
Run while you still can
Then run on some more
Escape this distra
It doesn't exist
You get back the love
The love that you missed
And one day you'll look back
Look back and see
You rose up from nothing
And you will be free
Copyright © Harriet Coppard | Year Posted 2025
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They walk as if they're guided
By winds and gentle hands
Hold lanterns the distance
Held in childish hands
Afar you see them floating
Their Laughter echoes on
Those gentle hands caress them
These ghosts we are among
They were the Children of the sun
But darkness called so sweet
They embraced the gentlest hands
Walked with childish feet
They dissappear into the gloom
Watch the fading light
Those gentle hands have taken
Those children of the night
Copyright © Harriet Coppard | Year Posted 2025
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Harriet Coppard Poem
We are the wraiths
Floating above
Embracing the ghosts
Of our chemical love
Weare the ones
you're not sure you see
Hiding in shadows
Barely perceived
We search out the alleys
The cut throughs, the lanes
Old rusting bridges
That echo our names
Waiting for runners
When did they leave
Bring us the air
That only we breathe
Empty glass vials
And sharp metal pins
Empty and deadly
Yet smiling within
Such obvious secrets
Betrayed in our eyes
Our scars and our tracks
Our mouths full of lies
But we'll smile in your judgment
Because we are the grey
In your black and white world
Of lightness and day
Copyright © Harriet Coppard | Year Posted 2025
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Harriet Coppard Poem
What am I doing
Am I out of control
Spiralling Spiralling
To where I don't know
I haunt haunted places
Obsessed by the pain
Waiting to feel
The darkness again
I am the dark
I need to be free
Never condemned
By normality
So I'll walk down those paths
I know them so well
I'll stay in my shadows
A comfortable hell
Copyright © Harriet Coppard | Year Posted 2025
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