Paula Glynn Poems

The world is an open, free, cosmopolitan place,
Many fashions are in fashion,
The vast array of languages is amazing,
As are the variety of looks,
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I have something to say to you,
I just need to make my own choices,
I have to follow my own path,
And make my own mistakes,
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Now I have reached 30 years old,
I know I have to face my responsibilities,
I have to do as I must,
And face any problem head-on,
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I feel the sun burn on my skin,
The African sun that burns skin brown,
And melts my heart from within,
For I have found a place,
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The world is painted red, yellow and blue,
The world coming into every boat view,
Red colours each bead on red sand,
All cultures rejoicing together,
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The clock strikes midnight,
And I hear you creep into my room,
For you are here,
To spark a fire in me,
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Dots of light scatter across the view,
From a distance I'm closer to the view.
The water moves as the boats remain silent in the view,
The screams from the park sheltered by the moon.
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I can only see red,
My soul long since dead,
Insects of many forms crawl on me,
Feeding on my fear like cenobites,
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The angels whisper in my ear,
My sense of hearing alert,
And I know I am being warned,
Of impending evil,
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Life can be messy and dirty,
It can be tough and time consuming,
No matter who you are,
People come and go:
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