Morgan Stanton Poems

The loudest kind hurt
Is done in silence
The pain inflicted
Not known or acquired
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I breathe air.
I speak words.
I hear noise.
I touch.
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He comes thrown on his own back.
Knees bent, muscles ached.
Struggling and whining.
Though he brought it on himself,
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Loud sigh
Over again
Words confuse
'Round world
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I’m lost without you,
Don’t you realize?
Incomplete, no longer whole, broken.
Shattered to pieces.
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The lonely house whispers a welcome
Swallows me into the suffocating shadows
Welcome home
It’s the result of teenage love
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Is it the fact that I can’t stand to leave you
I need to be by your side
You’re the last I think about before I sleep
And the first when I wake
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I know you’re curious
To answer the question of questions
What does death look like?
Does he wear a black hood?
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I’ve fallen to the feet of life
Sobbed at its beginnings and ends
Is there a reason for me to live?
This acid burns my soul
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