Poison Lily Poems

What's in a name?
A life yet to be... A future not reached?
Like a tightrope walker taut on a line
between falling or not. to be or not to be?
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Like the whisper of a selfish past
like the cloud just out of reach
like the execution that still lingers
no matter how th emothers beseach
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Is there not one sun in my world?
No rays to warm a wintry day?
Not a peep of a golden halo through clouds
that shadow beneath, the earthen way
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There's a soul stuck within that glassdoll
clear as air, yet solid as reality
Inconsistant, the evershifting gales
Wishing, Pleading, to break free
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How precious is too precious, just
too wonderful to keep?
Too precious to see the light of sun, or
hear laughter in its purest form
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A bird has wings, a fish's fins
A kitten has a tail
But what have I? A human child
Weak soft, and frail
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Robed in dark swathes of night
A clever, lightfooted raven took flight
A gleam in her eyes searched her prey
Leaving behind striken disarray
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