Thomas King Poems

Ascending from the depths
Of my personal sea of sorrow

I feel the pressure in my body easing
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Do not weep for me now
For I am back in my mother's arms

Do not morn another day
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Red ripe is my fruit
Plump and bursting with resentment
Oozing remorse and regret
My pain Ready for you to harvest
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Look at you now
All bloated and stinking
Feeding the maggots and flies
What were you thinking?
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Passion and love
Flows from your fingertips
Stimulating the desires
Held within my humble being
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The flames still strong
And the light is burning bright
as it did when you ignited it
On our very first night.
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I asked a question
Onto the night
How is it love
Has not found me today?
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Moist lips
Swollen with passion
Sent from thy red throbbing heart
Once resembling obsidian
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Winter came
As night stood still
Bringing with it
A bitter chill
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Devoid of all substance and matter
I am empty to the core
Cold and vacant are my eyes
My soul resides in me no more
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