Kurt Schenker Poems

Dreams darkness different things that mean the same
reality shedding light that no one wants to see
delusional derision dampens our dreams
Reality dowses it with something unseen
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It Bit me it started to course through me
This rage it boiled It bubbled on my inside
The look he gave me the spit he threw The Venom in his voice it was too much
I refuse to break down to become what he wanted
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Death its all around me
I can touch it I can feel I can smell it
Its horrible wretched it burns my nostrils as my nose fills with the stench
Death he watches me impatient as He waits for my final breath
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It all used to come so simply
So easily I used to write so fast so fierce
Everything was so…... effortless
Everything knitting together like a well sewn blanket
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