Danny The Dreamer Boyd Poems

I hate how hard it oft doth get to know:
Right here, right now's not close to paradise,
And how such bliss but barely doth suffice,
And how a kindled heart just makes me glow.
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Do you at times but wonder why we're here?
Or more important, how? Or e'en till when?
How great a legacy left when we are gone!
How hard farewells when filled so oft with fear!
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I've e'er been good at hiding how I feel,
At yet these darkest times can't help but shake:
Such shiver keeps me every night awake;
Repose deprived, I know no more what's real!
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I often find myself right at your door:
Just knocking, hoping you would answer me;
Although at times it seems to endless be,
And every knock yet makes me more unsure.
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Just all it takes at times' to go to sleep:
To frame the sweetest dreams 'nyone could have,
And help, perhaps, all whom can't stop to grieve,
To show them how 'nto rabbits holes to creep.
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Since every step towards you doth mean more pain:
I challenge choices made along the way,
Precisely hence I do but farther sway,
And sweat, and blood, and tears seem yet in vain;
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I dread, my friend, my glory days are done:
I see the end approaching ever near,
And death doth seem at last no more unkind;
Prolonging fading moments or to stall,
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It hurts like hell to've always known oh we
Will never get, no dear, a single chance:
For both our walls are but erected high;
I hate how reachable seems right now the moon,
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I pant, alas, whilst I just do my job,
And dare not think it seems 'ny strange at all:
As everyone at times doth weary grow,
And all the reasons blur, or fade away,
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I think I woke up when I heard your call,
All anxious; I've been waiting far too long,
Yet stubborn, willing not to ever start:
And why? I've started all those times before!
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