Little King of Sorrows Poems

The clock on the wall ticky taunts me.
But what it says I cannot know for sure.
Pethaps it reminds me of how long you have been away and laughs as I sit and think of you today.
Each tick another moment spent without you.
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Adoration from afar,
for a dimly lit and distant star,
I wish upon thee peace of mind,
When reason to shine is hard to find.
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As other's sleep and other's wake,
I come here not to steal or take,
I come here not for same mistake,
I come for blame that I must take.
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My heart is already broken! No more damage can you do!
In the symphony of madness, I sang the same to you.
But in this dueling duet of agony, who was teaching who?
This familiar song I thought I wrote, now claimed by someone new.
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Perseverance.

Perseverance was born of a long life of hardship.
Born with only one leg, which had only 4 toes, he still inched his way to whatever destination he desired no matter the distance or the time it took. For he was able to take the time to admire this rocky bottom in which few had crouched to look. And became a well published author of these things unseen.
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I wish to pause...
and press rewind.
Insert the words that fled my mind.
Another chance,
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One, two, three, four,
catchy rhythm I adore.
Two, four, six, eight,
I simply like to demonstrate.
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Luminescence of blue, a poem or two,
hidden gem of a world, emotions are hurled.
All shapes and all sizes, all masks and disguises,
oh what a dream, smiles burst at the seam.
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My hand in ascension.
"Can I have your ATTENTION! "
Poets like these.
The first point of mention.
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It's me!
The dancing clown of madness.
The muse of death and sadness.
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