Her notepad poems:
Silence closes in

Silence closes in

Voices full of hate, lurking in my head
Scream and shout at me, say I should be dead
Hate the things they say, hear the words they said
Worst time of the day, laying in my bed
Silence closes in, it’s the time I dread
Pictures in my mind, rivers flow of red
Trying hard to have, happy thought instead
Just one of those nights, not much sleep ahead
Dean Thorpe