Christopher Neil Poems

He's a wandering soul,
with no place to call home.
He roams the streets,
but he never roams alone.
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Living the dream, but it seems unreal.
trapped in-between, the means for a meal.
No... money can't buy this life of mine.
But I need to eat, so you can guess the time.
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The inquisitive mind that binds me,
stares back at my face.
Trying to displace this hate.
But to negotiate is necessary.
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I wanna run away.
Just pack my things,
I’m on my way.
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You come to me in my sleep.
Crashing against my soul like water on the cliffs.
Over and over again,
I feel your presence shape me.
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Blessed am I,
Is the man I despise.
Who tells the truth,
But lies form his I’s.
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