Jeremy Brewer Poems

I know sometimes you wonder if I miss you,
or even if I love you at all.
I know that I never send you any letters,
and it's been awhile for a call.
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Sitting,
contemplating life as a snow flake,
that's falling into a fire.
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I'm where God doesn't hear my prayers or my cries for help.
My twisted aching screams, that turn into tear filled whimpers.
The place you die a thousand times, then a thousand more.
I see your face, pure joy, pure agony, now deathly pale.
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I felt it once, if only in a dream,
I wish I could fall asleep and find it once again.
A smile that touched my lips, reached all the way to my eyes.
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Mesmerized, I sat,
eyes in a stare.
As the moment filled with awe.
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