One Poem by Alexis Robertson

The Inner Most Grief

Let us not forget the times we had here
Let us not forget the things that changed us
Let us not forget things we held so dear
And please, please never forget the things we discussed.

We are all believers here in today
You are the one that shaped me as I am
I would have flown with you to the Milky Way
But now i most stay here in Amsterdam.

We are together that much is so true
There has fallen a splendid new blue tear
There is to much to say, but I Love You
I am tired and beloved for your fears.

There is nothing left of my inner world
Your hostile communist body uncurled.

{Poem by Alexis Robertson, Age 14}