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ISSUE NO. 7

February 2025

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Poetry

Whispers in the Wind

By

Rachel

Rachel writes from Numinbah Correctional Centre in Queensland.

'Cosmic Couple' by Tony, available to purchase from Boom Gate Gallery

I dedicate this poem to my king Benny… May you finally Rest In Peace.

One day you’re here, the next you’re gone

There's nothing I can say that makes the pain go away.

My whispers every night never reached you it seems

Now I only see you in my vivid dreams

Our lives both torn apart by addiction and crime

We've paid the ultimate price and ran out of time.

My whispers now carry your ashes up to heaven

While my heart’s left here to ache 24/7.

By the dawn of tomorrow

A new day breaks

A world you’re no longer in

I know you’re looking down on me

I hear your whispers in the wind.....

I dedicate this poem to my king Benny… May you finally Rest In Peace.

One day you’re here, the next you’re gone

There's nothing I can say that makes the pain go away.

My whispers every night never reached you it seems

Now I only see you in my vivid dreams

Our lives both torn apart by addiction and crime

We've paid the ultimate price and ran out of time.

My whispers now carry your ashes up to heaven

While my heart’s left here to ache 24/7.

By the dawn of tomorrow

A new day breaks

A world you’re no longer in

I know you’re looking down on me

I hear your whispers in the wind.....

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