The end: A poem by Lola Morrison
Fighting Words 2019: Lola Morrison is 15 and a student at Temple Carrig Secondary School, Greystones, Co Wicklow
I am not alive, I am merely breathing. Photograph: iStock
I am breathing, blood is pumping through my veins.
My eyes are seeing, my brain is searching
Through my thoughts.
My self is being, my hand is holding
Yours in mine.
My head is empty,
And your eyes they tempt me.
I am not enough,
But you are plenty.
Yes, I’m breathing
And yes I’m seeing,
But I am feeling
Why aren’t you seeing?
I am not alive,
I am merely breathing.
This poem took shape at one of the workshops run by Fighting Words, which was founded by Roddy Doyle and Seán Love in 2009 to nurture young writers around Ireland. It is now in Dublin, Belfast, Cork, Mayo, Wicklow, Galway, Donegal, Kerry, Wexford and Kildare