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LAMENT by Lee James Broadwood

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About Book
ABOUT THE BOOK
This book is part of the Explosa Series, along with ADORE, a collection of love poems; and MYSTICA, a collection of fantasy poems.

We so rarely allocate time to reflect upon trauma, pain, loss, and suffering.
We must.

LAMENT is a collection of sorrowful poems written by Lee James Broadwood and connected by themes of loss,heartbreak, grief and depression.

It provides the reader with the uncommon opportunity to share in, process and express feelings of sorrow and discomfort, to find a sense of catharsis and closure for the unspoken sadness of the day-to-day.

Fictional in nature, these poems address those who have caused us pain, and the parts of ourselves we prefer not to remember.
Extracts

PARTIAL EXCERPTS

'Fade'

'City Lights'

Violent waters
in your eyes.
I feel pain within you,
watch it boil and overflow,
cry so you don’t have to.

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Weeping red,
scratchlines
etched into your face.
I want to set you free again,
make our love a
homely place.

Lightstreams 
on the motorway.
Skyline 
meets horizon.

 

City lights seem bright tonight,
rim-light the does and bison
in the fields beyond the bypass,
where glen and glade meet tower high.

 

Gazing from the bridge above 
as swooshing cars go by […]

'Heartache'

'Supernova'

Patience, heart,
for I am hurting;
I do not wish to fall in love.
We are feeble.
We are broken.

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Sunrise smile,
and gentle hold.
I know his soul is pure and gold.
But we are shy,
and afraid of love,
though his beauty peace betokens.

“He’s gone now,”
she whispered.
“And that’s OK,
because he’s at peace.”
The Bombay rose up to her face,
bop-kissed her on her cheek,
and glimpsed from her father’s silent lips
his rising final breath, 
slinked over to his body,
froze,
stared,
and recognised his death.

'Self-Hate'

Because I look down at my body
and like not what I see,
I starve myself of happy foods,
of sweetened luxuries,
and lie awake for hours
when I should be asleep,
to fill my head with tingle-sear
and remind myself I’m 
weak,
stupid,
lowly,
fat,
a worthless, useless shit;
that everything will be taken away,
so why try to salvage it?

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ANTHOLOGY

FROM THE EXPLOSA SERIES

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