Keegan Moore Poems

as i look through the blackened night
the phantom is in my sight
i listen closely for his call
i only hear him that is all
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it feels like bad news is all i hear
everyone just runs in fear
wishing for a better home
something new something unknown
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To finish what never ends
is hard to just begin
but you will strike
or you'll never rise
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There i see in front of me the man
he sits acting tough and lying of his wealth
but the truth inside eats at him
makes him feel empty
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My eyes are swollen
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I see your pain you try to ot to show
the pain in your sleave starts to grow
and you try to rely on a knife
blood flow out your arm, and you life
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these here cuts
are not from you
thee are from your
words, your care,
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If you learn how to climb
be prepared to fall
if you learn to be big
be prepared to be small
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