clayton young Poems

In my dream,
Lost in a pinnacle of despair,
thrown down, left, and forgotten.
I remember that place;
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My twisted broken soul lies in venomous
pieces strewn across the dark floor.
It lays here for you to take and to with
what you please, but no
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My heart,
Sometimes Is so full of Despair.
So much that I cannot Bear
Sometimes I feel like I am Flying,
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Down that dark burning hall,
That burning hall where it is cold
As at ice that burns in my heart.
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Thought’s of everything pouring down
On me, and the hatred that I hold,
All that I hate raining down upon me.
Thoughts of death and hate crawl through me.
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In the fire that lies before me,
I see my flaming emotion and hate
Burning inside of it. Now does this
Mean that I no longer have hate, or
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As the small boy watches the man he
Makes his way across the dry empty
Dessert. Hit throat is dry and begs for
Water as he struggles across the
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Acrid moans and rotting bones,
descriptive thoughts of tied up knots.
tormented tones of people rotting alone,
destined to roam through the thick foam as we all are,
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when i sleep it haunts my thoughts and my night terrors
which cause me to scream in agonizing pitty.
It is burned into my mind because i came to
once and for all end the best thing
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This is me, forgetting what i love.
This is me, not knowing what i want.
This is me, wondering why i'm sad.
This is me, not knowing why i miss you.
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