Alicia Gordon Poems

'How you die, ' black Death states,

'does not determine what awaits.'
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Dimmer than ever does life now feel.
Emotions so tender, so soft and surreal.
Fevers of winter sprout in the spring.
My heart needs a song while there's nothing to sing.
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If my heart shows icy stone,
my deepest kingdom overthrown,
than only by God's grace alone,
shall I be forgiven, taken home.
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I set a dream while I'm awake,
My eyes clench tight for my own sake.
The visions come which I intake,
Leisurely escaping a familiar heartache.
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When I seal my eyes
I will to freeze
In place I long
to drink on ease.
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Little boy, lift your chin up off the dirt.
Wipe the blood off with your shirt
You'll keep falling cause the world is taking toll.
Just relax your trembling chin.
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Bound Asphyxiation...

Perchance you will stand my fall.
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