Peter Madden Poems

i walk the streets...
my face a parody of normality..
the reality is im a prisoner...
screaming within this tainted shell...
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a pain like a fire in my blood...
itching and burning me within..
consuming all rational thought...
till i weaken to the sin...
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i sit in the waiting room...
my train is late and night is falling...
and darkness covers the world outside..
reflections of the room fill the window panes...
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Lost..


lost upon the borders of hell..
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The cherry blossoms
wind blows and petals fall
new life begins
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I am alone now as i deserve to be...
the path behind me a trail of broken promises...
of shattered dreams crushed beneth unrelenting feet...
tangled with the twisted branches of pointless lies...
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I look into the mirror,
gaunt drawn eyes stare back at me,
tired and rough but still human,
my reflection belying the feelings within,
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Poetry...
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Gazing into the water beneath me...
my reflection distorted by its constant flow...
i ponder my life and all that i have done...
the good and the bad...
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I stand by the seas edge gazing to the horizon..
full moon is high and the tide is wild and fierce..
unrelenting waves break down upon the rocks...
as if to drive back the very land beneth my feet.....
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