Daniel Richards Poems

I’ve seen life at work in many scenes
Through nature, people and stolen dreams
But the streets remain dark and daring,
Dimly lit and full of curse,
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The eyes were drained
The heart was bleeding
His ears had withered
From all the screaming
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Last night, I dreamnt
That we together, kissed in the mist of the evening
On the bench,
I learnt, that this image was to be misleading
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I fell to pieces and never repaired
I broke you too,
Just scattered pieces everywhere
I’m flying glass razor sharp
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I fall wayward and out the lane,
A sentence spilling letters from a page
Life is like an overdose
Pulling tightly on the noose around my throat
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Here’s a sheet of marble,
For you to ignore
Engraved upon are my ghosts demonic,
Come and carve your name upon it
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I stand motionless
Against the cold
Now that the flames
Have taken hold
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Little by little we fade away
The human race headstone, above an early grave
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What is real… what is real
My dreams question,
Is it place that seems to best fill
The ultimate suggestion
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I have seen the sky look plain,
And I have felt the pain
I don’t know how I’ll be tomorrow
But I know I want to see the sun again
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