Dyami KelleyClark Poems

Looking at the world below me

Stretching neath my feet
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Though bitter life will often rend,

And tears fall from thine eyes.
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I have lost my touch for poetry.

I've lost my taste for food.
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The setting, a room with a million desks.
My tone is unstable and likely to change.
My view of the point be as straight as a razor,
But themes and motifs I find ackward and strange.
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Burning fires
Silent rages
Twisted metal
Making cages
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