Molly Burgan

Molly Burgan Poems

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The sun has set, there is no moon.
No light shines in, this lonely room.
The walls close in, the last light fades.
The mind begins, to count the days.
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She looks at her hands, calloused and scarred,
Rough from the work of a life that's been hard.
She feels of her hair, now thinning and gray,
And her mind wanders back to a long ago day.
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Mommy look! See what I see.
Not much to you, but new to me. What's that? What makes it go?
You know Mommy, 'cause you're so old. What's in there Mommy? I want to see.
I can't reach it I'm only three. Watch Mommy! Look what I can do
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The Best Poem Of Molly Burgan

Guilt

The sun has set, there is no moon.
No light shines in, this lonely room.
The walls close in, the last light fades.
The mind begins, to count the days.
Will the ceiling fall, will the walls come down,
Or simply smother, the endless frown.
The silent screams, the raging heart.
The madness rips, the world apart.
And there you are, completely lost.
The sun has set, what was the cost.

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Robert Burgan 15 September 2016

Molly Burgan, I stumbled upon your profile while Editing my own. You are my Aunt! I really like your poems and I never knew you wrote poetry. Really good stuff! Keep in touch and check out my poems, please.

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