Cody A. Buckmaster Poems

I STARTED BUILDING MY PRISON
AT THE AGE OF THIRTEEN
I ASKED MYSELF WHY
WHAT DOES THIS MEAN
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Laying here with my eyes closed.
Scared to open them because I know you wont be right there with me.
Terriffied to sleep because I'm afraid to wake up without you.
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Im staring at the stars,
Wondering where you are.

Watching from the towers,
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Thinking of you at night
Makes the dream feel right

Staring out the window
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Feet in the warm sand,
Reaching for your soft hand.
The bright sun,
Are you with me, hun?
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I sit here drifting away
My mind starting to decay
Quickly growing near
Going to be a year
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That special voice that first greeted me
The special tone that forever changed my life
My heart was locked, but you found the key
This heart seemed to be as cold as ice
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Looking through his hopeful eyes,
At the dark and dreary skies
He is a trusting soul,
But he can’t even see the hole
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Again I am heart broken.
Is it because I am outspoken?
The waves wash over me,
They're from the crystal clear sea.
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Going down this lonely road called life
Twists and turns coming from the great beyond
You go through the tormenting journeys
My journey to find my way out of this dungeon
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