Melissa Casteen Poems

Standing in the mirror
smoking gun in hand
wondering what just happened
to make me kill this man
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As I gaze into the starry night
the moon above me, warm and bright
I think that you can also see
the very same moon that appears to me
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I long to feel as the eagle does
soaring high and swift among the clouds
and while my dreams alight, I cannot fly because
my arms have nary a feather, my feet are planted to the ground
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In the hearts of boys turned men
Where dreams once quelched, come back again
And whispered in sighs of now grown girls
Wishes are hidden like oyster trapped pearls
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Even all these years gone by
in sleep I still have dreams of you
I sometimes smile and often cry
I miss the things we used to do
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~For Danniel, Happy Baby! ! !

A mother to be, your baby inside
through backaches and leg cramps you take it in stride
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My tears won't fall in front of you
You will never see me cry
I wear a mask to hide the view
of the sorrow in my eyes
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As the darkness closes in
and shadows form where light had been
Horned demons hound the scent of sin
and drag their prey to the realm within
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I live, I hate
I give, I take
I lie, I pledge
I forgive, I judge
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The rain falls cold and fast- shards of glass wrought in fires of bitterness and resentment.

Trees, buildings, lamposts and dusty cars weep with gratitude, their dirty tears running in torrents into the streets.
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