Christopher Withers Poems

screaming bombs fall from the sky
darkness washes out the eye
hidden people start to die
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I watch myself
watch myself
watching their dance,
my action is actioned
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Do not

Be frightened of the 'life',
The path which leads through shadows reach -
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Deadlines besiege me, as stress pennoned limbs
ache for action, yet, procrastination consumes me.
I know relief will come, when: task complete
I can truly unbend, sit back and relax.
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i search, i look
for sublime touch,
of meaning in
the dirt and dust.
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needing the bathroom late at night, silently,
i feel my way through the darkness,
slowly across the bedroom floor.
being careful not to trip or bang, i’m
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our future together, we weave
from crystal strands, each of which
diffracts the sunlight into rainbow hues,
painting our hopes, dreams and intentions
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a surge of grief washes my senses,
seeming to ride the dim,
blue, evening light, and
suddenly i realise, that
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the sun becomes an incandescent sword,
a shimmering arc,
drawn across the rivers surface, as
laughter rings out - scaring into flight,
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a lack of memories prior to birth
instils not dread or fear,
so why, i question
does the thought of similar
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