naomi lawrence Poems

The pain in my heart begins to explode

thinking about the way we pass our days
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They cant help but wounder,
if you've gone away.
Though they talk about you,
they've seem to lost there way.
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The gloomy clouds of misery withdraw in defeat
Leaving them angry chaotic and surprisingly weak
Extracting its foul talons and darting in fright
The monster flees, racing out of sight
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