Ernesto Torres Poems

Greed is jealousy's father
its great enough to bother
every soul
from who they stole
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Silence...
is all that's left
its a sentence
one that does not rest
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The darkness surrounds
and then it pounds
deep in my soul
that makes my heart bawl
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There is a pain brewing deep in my heart
so deep i don't know were to start,
but what is worse than the deed done
is when i needed help there was no one
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How come people run everyday?
run from the release
that can cease
all the pain
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This fatal pain
can not be maintained
within any soul
or any goul
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Tick-tock, Tick-tock goes the clock
on the mantle, behind the lock
this lock is not ordinary
it is big, black and scary.
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Forgive me
for i could see
beyond the beauty
in the city
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'show your face'
he yelled being maced
at the boy
he took to destroy
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Its the color of blood
and this paper it bloods
with all my thoughts
that time has brought
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