Betty Stoneman Poems

Time builds shrines out of remorse
In the eyes of the old and dying
In the hearts of the soulless
Years of words compacted into heavy stones
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Dead eyes coated with a grey glaze
so innocent, so blind behind the haze
twisted humans disturbingly obscurred
yet somewhat humorously absurd
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Trapped in mind numbing isolation
Futile, angst filled desperation
Lacking any deep felt emotion
Washing away the tears
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Some types of pain could never truly be forgiven
Because the hurt can never be forgotten
Lurking underneath the still, calm surface
Cold darkness suffocates
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Could I be in your world
if my past was not mine?
If each layer of frost uncovered
and embedded in dark years
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relinquishing of your existence
from the spaces you inhabit
in the well guarded chambers
of admiration and desire
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I was to retreat
concede defeat
accept silence
insignificance
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Bruises seeping
justified by her inaction
an action of being bad
punishment fulfilled
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After all
Experiences analyzed
Searching for significance
Truly a reason
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