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She’s only a
child, a sweet confused soul.
She stares
at the stars, no direction to know.
Darkness
consumes her distorted young face,
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Moss covered
stone, ivory blind wire.
Bring me
your old, your sick, and your tired.
Alone they
will walk, in the wet cold dark…
Til..
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Sense the ever-present sinking, down
inside.
Head seems that it’s floating,
As it passes closely by.
Mindless wanderers walking &..
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I typically do not write poetry like this because I want people of all ages to be able to read it, but these words just came out...so here it is.
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Wandering alone through twist and turns,Wading through solitude’s perversity of mind.
Sinking again ‘cause these old bones are sore..
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Straps so tight
you gave me,
Another
nightmare soon.
Inside your
house of maybe,
I ate your mom’s
best spoon.
Buckle..
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Waterlogged
journal of a wayward soul…
Weary and
lost, with nowhere to go.
There she
sat simmering and stewing in glory,
Teeming wi..
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Upside down on pane of
glass,
Always knowing that this too
shall pass.
Soaring through the air on
an umbrella stem,
Praying and hopin..
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At times I
awaken, a stirring inside.
Frustration so
torturous, too deep to abide.
Boiling and
breaking, rigid hatred in my veins.
Oh ..
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I wrote this for my husband, we celebrated ten years together on September 29, 2015. I usually do not write like this, it was planned as a poem full o..
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