And we have a winner for the Words Apart Film Competition
Zainab Ibrahim 18
from Newport, south wales
"Your poem is about the mouth speakin truth or gossiping or lies, I think."
Which is close enough, it was "words"
Here Is Zaynab's poem:
An illness, gnawing away at my temple.
Everyday I'm becoming the monster I resemble.
Gut-wrenching affliction at the realisation of my action.
Why do I return to the path of deadly poison?
Disease-like, yet graver and much worse.
A daily tornado of torment and curse.
And soon I shall face the wrath of my consequences.
When will a young hopeless soul come to his senses?
Day after day a battle he is losing.
Is it the path of the damned or the noble he'll be choosing?
Can Anyone guess what it is?