allan wood Poems

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1.
Estella

Do you not hear the shrieks of her complaint,
As she faces eternal damnation?
Lamentations echo without restraint,
Without moderation!
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2.
My Lady Called Sleep

I long for a sweet and gentle sleep,
a sleep in which I do not weep.
So tired of relentless tears,
or facing endless fears.
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