Kelly Saenz Poems

tired of the way the sun sets every day
tired that the moon changes shape
tired that the sorrow won't change to fulfillment
tired that my luck stays the same
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people talk
people see
people understand
or so it seems
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who knows what happens at night when there is no hope but there is fright
who knows what happens at night when their minds are overshadowed by the dark
who knows what happens at nigh
where people cry
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looking at the wind
looking at how free it is
it makes me furious
it makes scream
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