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Andrew Hackett Poems
In the darkest hour, Of the darkest time, Of our darkest year, We see the darkest of truths.
The pain i feel, so very real, the heart ach i feel, so very sad
Here Alone My Way
Here i walk, Alone in shadow, My mind wondering, My body shaking
The nights are cold, Cold and alone, Alone in the darkness, The darkness of dreams
Feelings And Times Passed
i sat here and thought of the time, the time before you where in my mind, i prayed and hoped, i hoped and prayed,
Together Yet Apart
i lay here next to you, yet you do not seem to know. i kissed you on the hand, yet you do not seem to know.
From what i knew, To what i know, To what i thought i knew, What’s wrong with us.
Empty Words, Empty Heart
i close my mind, i close my heart, i close my fist, i hope to die
An Empty Promise
I hate the way, the way you make me feel, i hate the way i love you, the love that i feel
Heart, Body And Soul
Minds empty, souls free, hearts open, memories.
I find it hard to understand you, I find it hard to show my feelings, I found it hard to tell you how i feel, I found it hard to care again,
I look outside an see my life, An then inside i start to die, I see my soul as it fly’s away, Deep inside i wish it had stayed,
You And I
I wish for you, a wish divine, your eternal happiness would be so fine.
A Feeling Of Love
A cold night, a summer’s day, Every night I kneel and pray. I pray for life and I pray for death I pray for this feeling to disperse
Comments about Andrew Hackett
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
In the darkest hour,
Of the darkest time,
Of our darkest year,
We see the darkest of truths.
Love is both pain and pleasure,
If we have it as pain,
Pleasure is gone,
If we have it as pleasure,
Pain is gone.
Love is eternal,
Pain is ever lasting,
Pleasure comes and goes,
But the loss of love can drive you crazy
In my life I’ve known love as both,
Sometimes the pain has helped,
However form the 18th onwards,
All I’ve known is love.
In its pleasure form,
Making me happy,
My darkest times are gone.