Heather Owens Poems

Could you explain sorrow?
How was it made?
Did God make it with rain?
How should it feel?
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I Love, I Hate,
but I feel so Empty.
My emotions are Empty.
I scream from the Pain,
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Every morning I wake up tired
despite the sleep
Every night I put off sleep
despite the tiredness
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I feel like I’m dying
holding so tightly
leaping off the edge
flying into the chasm
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Truth be treason
in such empty lines
Full of hope blown up
The balloon popped
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My mind cries out in agony,
but my eyes won’t shed a tear.
My heart cries, My soul cries,
But my eyes, they won’t.
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Falling endlessly
through sudden darkness.
Light was perished
before my eyes.
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My breath quickens,
My heart pounds,
I stalk my prey,
with lighting fast bounds.
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Despair is your sword,
known only upon the wound of your enemy.
Blood is the friend you lust for.
Although with it, you are more lost,
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Chase me by the moonlight
as I fade from sight
as dawn approaches
I run away
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