The sands of time have escaped the hourglass and cascaded onto the coast,
Everything I tried I reached I failed to my utmost.
There is no more time.
Time has no more me.
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Poetry
used to come easy,
the words would flow from my soul
like ink from a pen
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As I see the setting sun,
I’m reminded that I, too, am one
lying down for my repose,
pen in hand, I write my prose
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I’m not here for your amusement;
I am not amused.
For every one of your broken promises,
I have shed two tears –
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I have been thrust
formless
into a void, with a door
behind me
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I see the cars,
we can’t manage them on earth
but we put them on Mars
and call it progress,
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Now that you’re married I find I’m comparing
myself to you all the time.
What kind of a servant have you converted
yourself to now that you’re blind?
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I keep trying to do things right
but things always seem to do me wrong.
My eyes, they are open but only see one way,
Old Man Bad Luck comes from the other side
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Hope is just the blind faith of the fool,
I’m trying so hard not to open my eyes,
We always wake from dreams, that’s the rule.
The vagaries of vagabonds are always cruel,
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Out of the primordial swamp emerged,
among the trees and pubic ferns,
an organism devoid of form,
a leathery creature trapped by words.
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