Kris Richard Martin Poems

I can't see where I'm going so I'll stop here for the night.
I'd like to get some rest - if I relax then I just might.
But it's been a hard and weary road, and these wasted years, I find,
Have slowed me up, and worn me down, till I feel three lives behind.
...

What if the Sun
Is just one of the sum
Of the atoms that come
In one grain of sand
...

If I could pluck the silver
From the starry sky

And catch in my small fingers
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When I close my eyes
I still see the past -
I thought the pain would never last
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