“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
A Feeling of Gray
Miles away, looking at myself
A hollow feeling inside
From out of nowhere it came
“Why”, it screams, says this simple mind
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October's Last Day
Ah!, for this night I’ve long been waiting, patiently with such a tired mind anticipating, for everything which it holds in store, a night of deceit and surprise, as this town watches while the pale moonlight
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The Last Decision
Standing on a frozen sidewalk.
The night is as dark as it is cold.
All alone, as helpless as it gets.
My only company is a desolate road.
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A Difference
The years, I saw them
Each and everyone, as they passed
The dreams, I felt them
Taking control, I made each one last
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The Burning
Oh my, how it burns
As if it's on fire
It doesn't happen often
Maybe once every hour
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The Hearts of Bonds Mill
I knew the old road well. I had travelled it a million times. For some reason, this road was a bit different than all of the others. Each time I walked it, an unwanted, yet devious feeling would transcend me. As much as I despised the state of my
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