Nick Hilton Poems

I cannot find,
The power within me,
To reach out and grab,
Although my heart urges me forward,
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Fingertips spread out on the cold glass,
Palm of my hand touches home,
Absorbed by the tangled motion,
Knowing the gift of touch,
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The passerby,
passed by,
As he always did,
Never a look,
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Do you live,
To see the endless turmoil,
As the struggles,
For power continue,
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The mone shines it's silent light,
On the restless power of the ocean,
As it endevours to break the sand,
That lines the barrior between it life stroke,
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Stuck in the cocoon of live,
Trapped unable to escape,
Oblivious to all other life,
Wrapped up in personal thoughts,
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Arms out wide,
Struggling,
Against the ferocious current,
Progress stalled,
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His roses went unotised,
And the small card,
Was left unopened,
And as the chill wind,
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There is no toil,
That will suffice to bear,
The shame,
Of death despairing,
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Left alone to peck the last grain,
From the hard icy ground,
There would be no christmas for him,
Every year it was the same,
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