Peter Madden Poems

I stand at the end looking back....
seeing all that has gone before like shadows upon my mind...
alone in the dark my hands red with the mark of my guilt...
i stand there the madness of regret consuming me...
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The crackle of fire in the distance....
the smell of smoke in the mist...
the moon shinning on frosty leaves....
awakening memories of the past....
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'Leave me not this night alone'...
is the last i heard her say
to me that summers night...
as i turned and walked away..
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I am not bound by these walls
for they talk to me in the night
whispered words that drip sweetly into my mind
showing me things that i should not see
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confined within a guilded cage of imagined freedoms
the beating wings of hope flutter feably
as they taste the bitter sweet flavour of despair
its gentle kiss like a subtle poison within
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a timeless place of the restless and fallen
watched over by unseeing angels
who cry heartless tears for the forgotten dead
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The giant awakens from fitful slumber
a dormant beauty stiring once more
roused by the prince of springs gentle kiss
she arises to the seasons warming embrace
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satin waves of dark oblivion,
wash over my fragile shattered form,
as i shelter in the tabernacle of night,
a piriah of the waking world,
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Stare into the mirror,
look into your soul,
feal the fear within you,
consuming you whole,
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they sit on street corners..
in the alleys and the gutters...
hiding in plain sight...
from an uncaring world..
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