Don Skuravy Poems

My heart pains black as the darkest night,

I am tangled within my thoughts of you,
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When I was a younger man
I was the walk the talk, a cock without a hen

Sittin’ on this worn out stool thinkin’ bout my first sin
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My mind wonders through, years of my existence,
Wondering what I have become in spite of your persistence.
I never realized what you mean, until placed upon your shelf.
Walking through shadows, millions past before, I see now that life doesn’t last and love is just a whore.
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The suns musty fall breath spilling onto the roadway
Salty sweat rolling down my wind burnt face
Grease soaked blue jeans, there is a pebble digging in my knee
Fumbling through my tool pouch, did I pack the right wrench
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I am whatever you want me to be

I know love yet I have never been loved by me
How can you love me, you never knew
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