Cassiel Smith Poems

With the waning light of dreams,
Two selves meet in silent shouts.
The past and the present clash,
In a dialogue where the truth is concealed.
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The broken ones, they might say, are the ones you should be the most afraid of.
They walked the night with no light and found the way on their own.
Flayed by their demons and battled with the inner strife.
And now, gradually, they rose out of the depths to rejoice in life.
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Within the depths of a deranged romance's throes,
Figures lurk in which sanity in no way goes.
One, a sadist with eyes of twisted pleasure,
The other, a masochist, craving the night.
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Inside the stillness of the night time, I wander aimlessly,
Your touch, a distant memory, a dwindled reverie.
Can you hold close my hand within the silence of our residing?
Or does solitude cloak you, its spell compelling?
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In the rhythm of the march, the drum beats loud,
As we bury our doubts beneath a shroud.
Tomorrow's regrets we dare no longer confess,
Within the chaos, we try to suppress.
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In shadows deep, where no light shines bright,
A soul trapped inside its own endless night.
The weight of silence, a burden to endure,
Invisible chains, too heavy to bear.
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Within the shadows of a home that feels like a tomb,
In which whispers of ache linger in every room,
I grew up bearing the weight of despair,
A fragile soul misplaced in a world unfair.
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She'll come again as fire, a tempest untamed,
To scorch the lies that others proclaimed,
A blaze that dances, fierce and wild,
A burning truth that cannot be defiled.
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In the shadows of a broken home,
Where grief and suffering roam free.
A daughter's heart, a beautiful dove,
Beaten and bruised by the love of a father.
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