David Harris Poems

The shadows of sunshine cross my desk,
work like a prison surrounds me.
Whom do I turn to? To unlock the discord,
of the depressive uncertainty that surround me.
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Remember the days,
silent words and joyful smiles,
of shy glances and tender hands.
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Behind every poem that I write,
there is always a message there,
for either my wife or my dear friends.
They are always written,
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Sometimes we sit in a chair,
while across our face
falls a vacant stare.
Our mind searches our memories,
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Lament is a hollow song
we sing to ourselves
about misgivings in our past.
A song of our wayward life
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Why are memories lost in the tempest of time,
cannot be resurrected to remember moments
from our childhood far away?
At the times when our hearts desire them,
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Our voices are sometimes muted
on seeing things that are not there.
Witnessing events relived from the past
by people no longer here,
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As the light of day descends
and darkness falls like a shroud
covering everything, in its wake,
the night becomes alive
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Close your eyes my dear
and into sweet dreams fall.
I will be back to wake you
when the morning chorus calls.
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The constant threats of breaking up
and not so tender words.
The feeling of being cheated on
brings on those invisible hurts.
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