Clive Blake Poems

In the quiet of the night,
Where darkness steals the need for sight,
When most are asleep, I lie awake,
Waiting for the dawn to break,
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Oh little mouse,
You are so small,
You are petite,
You are so cute,
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Where has the young boy gone,
Oh, where has the young boy gone?

The one who played
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Just a young sapling
With an unhindered view,
It chose its position
And then grew where it grew.
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Do you feel like a trapped spider
In an upturned glass?
Do these feelings come and go,
Do you think that they might pass?
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Confused by DVD interactivity,
Lost in soulless Internet chatrooms,
Spied on by precision satellites,
Tracked down by mobile phone texters,
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Who ruined my confidence,
Who trampled my young dreams,
Who turned the signpost around,
Who undid all my schemes?
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Jesus lived, and
Jesus died,
Jesus laughed, and
Jesus cried.
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All my life I yearned for the answer,
To the king of all questions, Why?
Vowing to find the solution before
In my beckoning grave - I'd lie.
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