David Nielsen Poems

Treacherous are we to prey on our own,
No God in heaven would ever condone.
Pain that is given to our mortal kind,
Has created hatred in a world gone blind.
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Tired and wasted thoughts passed away in my mind.
They drifted away one by one till there was nothing to find.
Fantasy soon turns to truth as my body feels light.
Tranquil your soul kissed my eyes and my spirit takes flight.
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An eclipse occurs as my mind
Blinks quicker than my eyes.
Thoughts of sober events
Enhances my chance of sanity.
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The sound of these deafening chains
That I reluctantly drag from behind
Has my ears numb with anguish
Tormenters wale my broken flesh
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