Robert Beksinski Poems

The warm cool breeze of the summer tease.

You laughed a lot while I felt for real.
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Too far, too gone
I am but a mystery
Detached from the rest of the world
Too unique, too deranged
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As you learn to walk down, that long road ahead.
And the torrent of wind that bustles the leaves, blows through you.
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Faces in the dark stare

Their judgment consumes my soul
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The moonlight sparkles in the water

I gaze at your mesmerizing beauty
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Inside I am dying

A Fire ignited searing my innards into a puddle
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Years welcome the dust

Memories fade into a disfigured blur
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In the cold frost of the morning twilight

Your voice echoes like a distant drum
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At dawn, your ghostly presence arrives

What was left behind, nothing remains the same
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In a drought ridden decrepit land

Dying of thirst, a man stuffs his body full of sand
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