Ryan Swanson Poems

Upon the sweeping blue and tears of yesterday,
roars of internal voices at war with the morrow;
ensnared by foretold gales sits our castaway,
the vessel but green from orienting sorrow.
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I remember that day in a kiss, a memory.
Remember the pain, the madness of this eternity.
And from this swollen, scared and weary heart…
You, my friend stole life. A vision by poison you took.
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Under moonlight, wind brings lore of war, rotten with grief and sorrow.
Arise in external dreams’ love for tomorrow’s lie.
Desperation’s screams of dying men; beg, to trade, a life to borrow.
In frightful howls of doom, a graceful kiss; comforting, then to die.
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