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CONTENTS
- Columns (60)
- Prose poems (24)
- Songs (14)
Welcome
Welcome to 'A Frample', a confused tangle of columns, prose poems and lyrics. It's not so much a blog as an online folder, lying somewhere between a drawer and the bin.
The fright within
April 1973
People need people
Just like the day needs the sun
And people use people
Just like they have always done
She screamed: "Can't you ever see what this is doing to me?"
He said: "You're the only thing I fear; I don't why I'm still here."
Both of them knew nothing was right
But it's hard to fight the fright
Within.
There are so many roads
And everyone goes their own way.
And nobody really hears
What anyone else is trying to say.
"Nothing about you is true," she'd say. "You paint ugliness all around you..."
He said: "If only you knew, but, then, it's all down to your point of view."
Neither of them were wrong or right
But it's hard to fight the fright
Within.
There's a strength when you choose
To break out on your own.
But there's always a fear
Of facing everything alone
"How about some give and take, he said, "Admit your mistake".
"There's nothing more to say," she replied. "You've taken all my words away."
And they walked on, together, into the night
Because it's hard to fight the fright
Within.
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