No longer crying for attention,
meeting mother's eyes
as I form the first words.
No longer shaking my laughter free,
gasping in wonder
as the gift of life is unwrapped.
No longer pleading for mercy,
whispering a prayer
as the darkness descends.
No longer a name,
echoing off the walls
as days ricochet about me.
© Martin Hodges
Horror scenes at Tripoli hospital
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Martin is a writer, and former columnist. He has twice been editor of Viewpoint (a forum for INDEPENDENT internal comment within the University of Southampton), and is co-founder of Poetry24.
