Thomas Biggy Poems

The legend of Thomas the poet unknown,
the true feelings of whom will never be shown.
Empty words and hollow threats,
echo through the halls of a sorrowful mind.
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The words of a child whisper in my ear,
trying to convey the message of youth.
As I listen, I cry,
when the memories of a simpler life crawl in my mind.
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The authority stands high,
speaking of an unrevealing study.
The 'prisoners' sit,
tired and bored.
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Hanging on the edge of control and rage,
I am faced with the boiling emotion.
Hostiility silently posseses me,
while my conscious slowly fails.
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Listen closely, carefully.
Can you hear the screams?
They are mine.
The cries of the the lost and sad.
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I live in fear,
and fear lives in me.
Escape is not an option,
for I am already consumed.
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Humans are nothing,
Just echoing shells.
Our theories are flawed,
Weak and unstable.
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