Danny The Dreamer Boyd Poems

As under long, I've come to understand:
How awful fearsome I have made you feel,
In getting closer; arms yet open wide,
And haply—momentar'ly—holding hope:
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Just because the sun is high,
And a lot of blood's been shed,
Doesn't mean that tears run dry,
Nor daily dreams are dead!
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It's slightly strange how one—in peace—could watch:
His very hanging soul before his eyes,
All bloody, yet doth manage finding joy,
While fills his face a sick sadistic smile:
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Right up ahead I think I see the light,
Oh, nay, I'm sure; it never seemed so near;
I only seek to end this endless night:
That always felt like home, albe't my bier!
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Why bother search when all you need's inside?
How many places? Still they all were wrong,
And hopes—'cause false—brought not 'ny joy along:
How hard it gets to then frustration hide!
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I'm searching still for someone else to love;
Yet merely love, not try to have at all:
For having leads to lose this splendid thing,
And so I must such slimy wants suppress,
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I've ever hated still this dread abode,
The light was but too bright for my dull taste;
Gramercy, darkness grinned at me and glowed:
I could not help but hence—at once—make haste.
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I sleep then swim in my subconscious still:
Oh, since—Alas! —it's only where we meet;
Unable with my stormy thoughts compete:
Which make me shriek, while lacking not the skill;
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It comforts me to know that where you are:
Is somehow close, despite the distance due;
Content enough because beholding you:
Became within my grasp, my shooting star.
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