Bill Bright Poems

Revive

There is nothing perfect about any one soul,
But there can be the desire to improve as our goal,
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Where did you go?
What happened to your touch?
The tingles you gave me,
That for me meant so much.
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A grey, misty, morning
Surrounded by Yorkshires finest Moors
Witnessed the final time they would embrace
Say I love you and I'm yours
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There is this phenomenon of growing old
But it seems there are many who grow cold
Born with innocence and bliss
Abundant positivity is sent to the abyss
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With eyes open wide for a new horizon afar
I rest, calm and patient, in a wooden, smoky bar
Swinging doors, sweeping light
Its only a matter of time before my final goodnight
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When there is a lack of movement, and fixity of your soul
You can envelop thoughts on your true ambitions and goals
A gluttonous fool bound by constant desires
With no recognition of fresh air or crackling fires
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It has taken a while to understand what might be space
To feel for others with an honest and continuous grace
But where the cracks have now started to appear
Is in the uncertainty of future, being hazy and unclear
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It must be said that I have complete admiration
No request for medals in continued dedication
But why do your thoughts continually think
About insular problems like a frayed kitchen sink
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You must eat, drink and sleep to survive
But where is the emphasis on feeling alive
Your taught to be ordered, make money and nice
But with concrete surroundings, connection to earth is spliced
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With indefinite meanings and when clues are missed
A lack of knowledge encourages the qualms to persist
Opportunity is arisen, to escape from the prison
Of perspectives on the world, of which it isn't
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