These next nine poems are taken from what I've come to call my Pink period, on reading them you'll soon understand why this is the title...
It was a time in my life where I was feeling desperate, and on certain days I would find myself in that bottomless pit, where there seemed to me, no return.
To readers who have been like this, or indeed still are, and find solace in their writing, well, they will understand full well how I felt. To those of you who haven't thank God been like this, I hope reading these few poems may shed some light on how people react, and face their demons when they are alone, isolated and shut off from the outside world as we know it...
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