Carl Roussell Poems

In a park downtown
There is that one tree,
Close to the sidewalk,
The one with the bench;
...

It's crawling in you.
When the pain starts the cloud drops;
No silver lining.
The storm, this disease in you,
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Mom won't want to go
Through that again. So
She will have her voice,
And this is her choice,
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You felt,
you thought I knew,
but I didn't. Did I
come across as cold, unfeeling?
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There is in me a man,
one who cares and feels,
and yes, one who is afraid,
of you, and because of you.
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I keep looking back
But you're not there. Where are you?
Where have you gone to?
We're walking different roads,
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Sometimes if you try
You will almost see the sky
And know that it is
...

People
writing letters.
Words of hope, fear and life.
building bonds of sincerity.
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Please put away your brush and your whitewash.
Please don't cover it or take it away.
Don't rewrite it with political floss;
the way for public opinion to sway
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