Keith Foley Poems

Suicide, suicide what kind of deed is this?
Going away perminatley without leaving a kiss.

I desperatley need to see you once more.
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Simple things of life, mystify me;
the coming of fruit on a barren tree.

The brilliant stars that shine at night,
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Choose ye this day, whom will you serve?
The choice is plain if you'v got the nerve.

How did I end up in a mess like this?
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There is a spot I like to go,
deep within to search my Soul.

It's a secret place where all is well,
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God, no, no, no, tell me it ain't so!
Say it's not true, my heart you pulled in two.

Awake me from this awful dream, heads bursting, need to scream!
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How can I help this lost Soul inside?
He likes where he's going and he's full of pride.

Arrogance & ego are taking control
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The evil that lurkes beneath this mask,
keeps itself hidden for passionate task.

The task it has, unknown to all,
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Why don't I do the things I want to do?
My thoughts soar free, but my heart's not true.

A part of me is separate, far and away,
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Reality is hard to find,
like searching out diamonds in an ore mine.

Once the search begins to grow,
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Stop the beating my heart is bleeding.
She's my precious child, please be kind and mild!

Nothing did she do, why tear her heart in two?
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