wolfgang wiseman Poems

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1.
Gone

the constant has changed.
what was always there has now gone,
leaving a huge hollow emptiness that resonates melancholically deep inside of me.
no amount of desperate longing can ever bring it back,
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2.
The Infinite Sadness Cries Itself To Sleep

the tragic waste of melancholic lamentations that erupt into the apathetic breeze,
could break a man lacking in fortitude;
but they are unable to fulfil their only purpose.
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3.
My Religion

which is the true church?
there is not one,
so i am starting my own.
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4.
Sweet Winter

she lay half asleep / half drunk across the backseats of the car.
i gently lifted her precious head and eased myself under her.
she snuggled into my lap as i stroked her soft dark hair.
i could feel her lovely pulse as the tenderness flowed out through my fingers.
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5.
Those Damn Eyes

4 months,
4 days,
4 years,
4 seconds:
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