Eoin Smith

She sees him, watches him from afar,
And longs for him.
But he will never know.
He shall remain forever
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Darkness falls upon the world outside my window.
I sit and watch the light seep from the sky,
Replaced by a murky nothingness;
A nothingness which surrounds and constricts us.
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You try to tell me Christmas
Should boast a barbeque,
A frolic on the beach and a bright and sunny hue.
You say it’s in the summer
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Today is the day.
The day that my tormentors
Drag me through a valley of souls.
Tears of rage and fear
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We sit atop a lonely staircase.
The warmth of your heart
Keeps mine beating, ever stronger.
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I live a faceless life,
Drifting from place to place
Like a feather on a summer’s breeze.
Endlessly unravelling
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A small draft of air:
The aftermath of destruction,
Nothing moves, nothing settles.
Everything is calm, peaceful, collected;
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You grip my hand tight,
Afraid our world might end
In an instant.
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I find myself in a clearing.

Bookcases tower over me:
Redwoods in a forest of sublime knowledge.
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There is nothing left to write.
The words on the page lie polished and perfected.
The ink - locked into the paper;
A contented prisoner -
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Sat upon an earthen throne:
The moon; a king.
Forever cursed to rule alone:
The moon; a king.
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