mathew sprout Poems

Death is not the end
Death can never be the end
Death is the road
Life is the traveler
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The tiny fish enjoy themselves
In the sea
Quite little splinters of life
There little lives are fun to them
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I am waiting
looking up at
barbed wire
sinking in mud
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M is for the many times you hugged me
O is for the many things you do for me
M is for all the memory's we had together.
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She gave a slight shiver
Than fell with a thud
Her collar quite suddenly
Sodden with blood
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I have eaten
The plums
That were in
The icebox
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Love is the ocean
its calm and reassuring
it rages in a storm.
its home to one of your greatest fears
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