Saint Cynosure Poems

Blind by lies in all I see,
seems no truths been give to me.
Life's been lived in bitter ways,
from my youth until today.
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I live my life inside a jail,
with walls unseen by all.
Receding steps to bottomless depths,
forever I feel I fall.
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My shadows are back,
haunting the wall.
Their inside my head,
I hear them call.
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Fridays are the days for me,
I so long for the night.
I often dream of things unseen,
so far I am from right.
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She cries a bit too little,
I feel a bit too late.
I'll chalk it up to just bad luck,
for no belief in fate.
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She has turned her face away,
she has made a choice.
I have not a word to say,
I'm speechless without voice.
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Lost inside her loneliness,
forcing unto me.
Every dream that she does have,
that I should just agree.
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Its true that Becca is the one,
I ravish in my dreams.
But its the sound of Wendy's voice,
that I hear when she screams.
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Should each sentence speak in rhyme,
should I meter it with guilt.
If written out in abstract way.
how is the story built.
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I watch her cringe and scream aloud,
while laughing deep inside.
I watch the tears roll down her face,
escaping from her eyes.
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