Dan Brown Poems

Closets.
Always dark and frightening.
Illuminated only by ominous lightning.
We all live in closets.
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Why is it,
that if you punish your body with drugs,
You’re normal?
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I’m having a bad day already,
and I’ve only just rolled out of bed.
It’s far too late,
the room’s a state,
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Me.
Me.
Me.
Me.
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Wild horses
Wild horses
Never tamed.
Only quiet
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I’m excited; he doesn’t care.
I’m involved; and he’s not there.
I’m baking with Mum; he’s slouched in bed.
I’m dancing care-free; he’s laid like lead.
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You’re miles away, yet
You’re not so far.
For there’s a place where I know
You always are.
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He sits there. Calmly.
Letting me drive is lunacy.
And I told him so.
I’ve forgotten all he taught me!
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So there you are, all dressed and pressed -
emotions in a box.
I seek the lid to put to rest
the ticking of those clocks.
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As a million tennis courts was she long.
As a thousand elephants was she strong.
But she happened across a slice of ice,
Halved and sank to the watery vice.
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