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Open Poetry Competition Winner

1st Prize: £150.00 Jayne  Peters

2nd Prize: £100.00 Steven Rudd

3rd Prize: £75.00 Karen Lane


Is there a game called Love?

by Jayne Peters

As I picture your heart, I see the truth, blackened edges, jagged like rocks, ruthless and cold, your reality overshadows mine; I bear the brunt of your dislike.

Your soul is beyond hope. You inflict pain and tear me apart, is this sport? When I yearned for you, you burned me. When I turned my back, you claimed me.

Is there really a game called love?

You wield emotions like weapons, the searing blade cuts through my hopes, I probe your depths. I shiver, you are ice to my fire, when I cry, I see hope in your eyes, the darkest of feelings emerge; you can feel but only pleasure in my pain.

Is this life?

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