francis e.rudy Poems

the leaves slowly cascade down
to the ground
as winter turns slowly to winter
...

sitting at a stop light
i let my mind drift away,
i'm somewhere far away.
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Always apologizing
Wondering if i should stand or sit

What a mess
...

I live on the edges of sanity.

My desk's a cluttered mess!
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When the pain of body or soul

torments me so.
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the morning came knocking
earlier than usaul today

couldn't wait to
...

I'm running out of paper
and i still have so much to say

i'm running round with myself
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above all; i love.

even my misery
is dear to me
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why am i so
much the way i am

i love you
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As i ramble by, the forest beckons me.

Down a familar path i go
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