“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
The Leaves that Blow
A late autumn afternoon and I watch carelessly, each leaf falling from the maple tree that stands in my front yard. As the leaves float ever
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Moments of Control
Oh- the weight, the weight and what it could do
As my soul would severely suffer, hideously an ugly bruise
The sting of my salty tears, often a melancholy excuse
My obsessive thoughts- they ruled, always a muse
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Always, I Will
I think about it sometimes…
And always I will…
It’s not as if I’ve lost my mind…
I’ve only lost how to feel
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Inside Out
Is it all that it was meant to be, or is already was…
Did I really get this far, when things were already done…
I recall the light shining, in the middle of the night…
Wishing that the screams inside, would come out into sight
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