Douglas Williams Poems

Watching the face of the clock,
the hands moving ever so slowly.
With a tick and a tock,
the time changes so clearly.
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Lonely and depressed,
feeling down and out.
Always being stressed,
with no release about.
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Each day is but a chapter,
in the book that we live everyday.
The next page is unwritten,
waiting for the midnight closing.
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A pebble in the pond,
rippling to the center.
Falling quickly to the floor,
the light fading behind.
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Grey skies grumbled,
lightning whipped in delight.
Tortured souls whispered,
piercing his virgin ears.
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Her eyes glow like a burning candle,
as I walk in the room.

She smiles - grinning from ear to ear,
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Like a rose,
she held herself majestically.
Each part of her,
being like a petal.
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A mother's instinct,
a father's protection.
A love so distinct,
the fire behind our passion.
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Searching my soul,
trying to find myself.
The emptiness taking it's toll,
wondering what love is and how it felt.
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We've had our great moments,
with the binding of our hearts.

We've had our moments of blessing,
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