Octavious Harper Poems

In the vast tundra
The young wolf howls at the wind
Saying, 'Where are you? '
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Every night before I go to bed,
I find many thoughts flowing
through my head.
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This the last hope as I look to the sky,
pondering my head asking 'Why God,
Why? ' Was it something so wrong?
Was it something I did? That has me
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Empty hearts, small minds
Set in a glorious orb
All they want is war.
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Early sunny day
Cute girl, ugly attitude
Not so bright I guess.
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Warm house, comfy bed
Food cooking not too special
At last, I am home.
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Wake, bathe, work, eat, sleep
Out of the ordinary
I would suppose not.
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Set in stone I am
Upon a stormy ocean
Life is crushing me.
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Most put labels on me, because I'm so unassuming.
Unaware of the depths of me, discarded gifts they were losing.
Spoiled rotten with jealousy, for the mediocrity they were given.
Begging God everyday, to let me live how they were livin.
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Lately, I've been falling into a pit of
sadness and shame, wondering if my
life will really ever be the same, cursed
with the extreme emotion that I cover
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