Missy Lynn Poems

Changing winds
Bring waves of misfortune
The desolate shore once thriving
Now alone in worry and doubt
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No more darkness to hide in
No more undo discipline
No more nights of fear
No more helpless smear
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Reaching
In the distance
Craning to see
A glimpse of a shadow
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Hot
Cute
Torture
Nervous
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Shuddering breath
Making fire with
Two pairs of lips
Then screams echo
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I hear whispers
Sadly, I know
Like the water shores
I hear whispers
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I conduct myself
Like this:
Peer, question
Disbelieve Doubt, distrust
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Dawn from a dream
Unable to remember
Fairies, or Ferries?
Scarred or scary?
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It was a stormy windy night
I heard whispers in wind
Shouts in the thunder
The rattles of the windows
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History shows,
The first
Kind Of
Sprained histories,
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