Heath Gunn Poems

The light is slowly dawning,
the day is drawing near.
The writing scrawled upon the wall,
is now becoming clear.
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Through the clouds above the rain,
i would soar so high.
If only i could concentrate my mind,
and will myself to fly.
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The dark descends around me, encasing me in cold.
As my life races onward, all too quickly I feel old.
No longer in a play ground, nor kicking round a ball.
And more damage I would do now, if I were to trip and fall.
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Do you ever question
the sun up in the sky?
Do you ever take the time,
to ask the question why?
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He prowls and stalks towards his prey,
Out from his dressing room.
The buzz of the auditorium,
Is just beyond the gloom.
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A crackling log fire,
an old familiar chair.
A place of total safety,
for you to let down your hair.
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She’s panicking, she’s falling,
Her feet pound on the ground,
Running from pursuer, daren’t look back.
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Times to think and ponder,
Are often rare and few.
And when these brief windows appear,
We choose what we should do.
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Heavy dark and threatening,
The sky is closing in.
And either looking up or inward,
The outlook can be grim.
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Harmony, a tranquil state,
a state of love and care.
Where many people want to go,
but so few people dare.
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