Lauren Vickery Poems

My existence is futile
A convenience to make the numbers
Irrelevant and undeniably a void to fill the space
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She sat their amongst the leaves
Pondering how the trees must grieve
How they must wallow amongst their pain
But become reborn with the summer rain
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How can something so powerful, derive from so little?
A single thought, capable of such destruction.
Planted like a seed, it grows and consumes you.
A neurosis in your mind
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