Matthew Densley Poems

No, my future is not set in stone
Yet I need no omens, to see that it's known
That a life without dreams is forever thrown
To a future of chaos, where hope is not shown
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I walk alone in darkness
Through fields I've walked before
I find I'm growing tired
And my feet are burnt and sore
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Obscure, (as to meaning)
Was my least, of lucid dreams
As if my mind, forever cleaning
Preening, screams, at deafened ear
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These hands that write the words to my hearts soulful song
Had once been the hands that unsteadied in fear
And the voice which once languished in silence so long
Soon found a means to express itself clear
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I sit alone, my deck in hand
Playing solitaire, not poker
'Though Jack of hearts, I wish I were
I fear I'm just a Joker
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There is very little that brings a fright
When I'm alone, at home, at night
Those things that creak, or scratch, or bump
Never cause my heart to thump
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I've walked a million streets
But I haven't walked them all
It seems each road I walk down
Leads me to another fall
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Asleep I will dream
But not for long
My senses tell me
There's something wrong
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If is a word that plagues my ear
Never open, never clear
Never honest nor sincere
If is a word I dread to hear
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I hate to want
What I do not desire
But I can't help touching the flames of your fire
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