Fiona Burgess Poems

I’m tired, I’m tired of being strong,
When everyone else needs me to be
I’m tired of holding back my dreams
So someone else can be free
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I stand upon a midnight beach
The wind dances round me
Keeping my happiness out of reach
In time to the thundering sea.
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And the dancer danced
She danced her life away
For an audience who wasn’t there
To music no one could hear
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Standing here on the shore of life
A coastline battered by violence and strife
Behind me churns an angry sea
Ahead lies a road unknown, as yet, by me.
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Cry cry the silence
'Set us free
We want to be
Don't leave us to drift
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The dirty city sun glares down on a wind beaten track
The echoing voice of the commentator
Mingles with the sound of traffic, pulsing along the freeway
The air is thick with tension and excitement
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Cold morning, frozen earth
Frost lying like a blanket
The cool breeze cuts like a knife
Through the thick blanket
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For the love of the game
We rise before dawn
Rain, hail, wind and shine
For the sake of the game we greet the morn
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I stare from my open window
At the world below
Tiny people scurrying around
All dressed up with nowhere to go
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This black hole of rotten dreams
Like an open, seeping wound inside
A cesspit of self-destruction
Deeper and deeper, there is no end
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