Cerys Grant Poems

Thick
Sweet
Enveloping love
Melted core of heart,
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Mother Earth screamed!
‘Mankind cannot be redeemed! ’
‘Their hearts are a deep hole! ’
‘They have never had a soul! ’
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Odel went through these dark halls of hell,
because a jury sent his soul down a well.
They didn't give him that much time,
to pay for the silent witness' crime.
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On torture hell bent!
Your mind will not let you repent!
Your soul to the underworld has been sent!
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Fight! Or be killed!
Become a warrior,
or a human shield.
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When a mother's love,
is the worst thing you can have,
look in the mirror and ask yourself:
am I Heather West?
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A lonely heart,
floating.
The evil spirit,
gloating.
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The morning is rushed by the standstill traffic.
The harsh sunlight fades the cars,
rage is always, only a moment away.
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Empathy is a photograph.
With the added quality of a mirrored penetration.
Not only do you see the fine, fibre detail of the enormity of pain,
but you also experience the superimposition of this,
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