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 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

Nothing, again,

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