“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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His Battle
He’ll walk into the shadows, one final time
Knowing it now, it’s between himself and mind
This fight undertaking, he didn’t sure pick
Battles ablaze inside, to keep him in check
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