ben burgess Poems

Here is a brand new page,
It was empty before I wrote on it today,
Just a blank piece of nothing,
No signs of life until I wrote something.
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All alone in the dark I sit here on this old park bench,
In the daytime this place filled with happy playful children,
But in the dark it’s a place quite different,
A place of broken bottles and broken dreams,
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These are my words, I’ve never said before,
Before is when I was myself,
Myself is who I thought I knew,
Now I know that wasn’t really me,
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There he stands; this broken down man,
His body tired and weak as his feet pierce the sand,
Ten thousand miles from happiness and safety,
As he cries from the top of his lungs; god please save me.
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When you smile my day becomes anew,

When you smile I forget I was ever feeling blue,
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These shackles that can no longer be broken,
When I’ve taken that path I should never have chosen,
These shadows that cast upon the cold stone walls,
They remind me of a time I had so much more.
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When loneliness fills this empty heart,
Just feelings of nothingness being apart,
When I wake each morning and you're no longer there,
But your smell remains and carries me near,
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Do you are ever find yourself staring at something?
Your mind processing nothing but the thought s of this one object,
Object of desire, intrigue or fascination,
Fascination of the true beauty of the moment,
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