David Wicks Poems

Weep not for my heart,
Yet it weeps for me,
That all I can do
Is stare at She.
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Oh woe is me! Oh woe is me!
A man has fallen on my feet, you see,
And I have places that I must be,
But I cannot wriggle free!
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Fear absorbs his thoughts.
A dark figure,
Like that of a demon,
Comes ever close to him.
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Better be nimble,
Better be quick
If you wish to jump over the candle stick,
For if you don't,
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Here I sit
All alone,
Listening for the phone.
Now it rings,
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Lost. Scared. Complete. Worried. Empty. Destroyed. New. Made. Forgotten. Forgiven. Regret. Anger. Disuse. Annoyance. Loveless. Soulless. Brainless. Deleted. Depleted. Retarded. Crashed. Smashed. Destructive. Wanted. Hated. Segregated. Abhorred. Removed. Exhausted.

I feel...
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To whom it may concern,
Though of you I hold no knowledge:
Whatever you want,
I shall give you;
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What dreams are these
That lie to me?
That show visions
Of me happy?
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I would care for these dry hands
If there was one to hold them.
I would care for these chapped lips
If there was one to kiss them.
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