Amber Glistener Poems

I sit upon this rock,
and stare up at the sky,
with brilliance the stars shine,
to recreate would be meaningless to try.
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Can you hear me?
As I whisper your name.
When I pound my fists upon the pane.
When I scream out to you is it all in vain?
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I am tightly sealed in a darkness,
Confined to the extreme,
where nobody hears me banging on the metal ceiling,
of the box that I lay in.
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As an author I must realize,
All the things he has given me,
The love that surrounds my life,
The faith that inspires it.
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The faint sound that rises in my dreams,
farther in the distance,
pushed back in my memory from a time far away,
a time that seems to never come.
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The house is creaking in the night,
of that I am sure.
Underneath the floorboards are squeaking with no light,
A hypnotic kind of lure.
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The wicked witch swings her axe,
It clangs against my skull,
I raise my sword to fight her back,
To find its blade is dull.
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Everyone has a story,
but some are surly uncertain how to tell it.
In a way this can be a good thing.
Let others tell it for you.
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Tired eyes watch the weary reflection of the soldier,
who walks without pride or judgment,
and fears none but God.
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Could it get any more confusing?
I thought I had it cleared out.
The fog of my mind was just clearing,
and now it's thicker than ever.
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