Barbara A. McCormick Poems

Enter the day, enter the night
Slipping away, from an endless fight
Unfairly abused, injected by pain
Cluttering with thought, beyond control
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As we wander from reality,
We can see the motion of a vision set free,
To such unique concept refined,
The soul surrenders deeply
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Inside this brass rail lonely faces can be found,
With each sip, deeper sorrow is drowned,
Watch the action hear no sound,
Surrounded in a friendless surrender to the night
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