Dan Brown Poems

Head thumping.
Eyes tired.
Every noise,
like a cannon being fired.
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The scores of people on every
side, cheer their team on.
The only event where both sides are
United
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I see them
Everywhere.
But they come from
Nowhere.
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You’re her.
I’m him.
He’s me.
She’s you.
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You’re ruthless.
You’re vicious.
You’re foul.
You’re uncaring.
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Nothing was ever good enough, nothing was ever right.
If white, he wanted it black, if day he wanted it night.
He’d sit all day in that dratted chair and criticize the world.
There was trouble from the minute his poisonous tongue uncurled.
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I wish you’d knock on the door,
Rather than walk right in as before.
We were busy committing a sin,
When you happened to walk in,
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Long gone is the Witching Hour;
the mystery that scared children so.
That sacred hour of midnight
was desecrated long ago.
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One.
Two.
You.
You.
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Closets.
Always dark and frightening.
Illuminated only by ominous lightning.
We all live in closets.
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