Marilyn Jean

I live in fears of everything
To have to leave or loose you
To have to stay seeing you forget me
To have to live without you near
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Taking a too narrow lane
Where turning would not do
Nor lifting a few chains
Often meeting an inner pain
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On my way to this place of mine
It seems like coming to my old friend
So, I tried to weight each word
Perhaps unusual for me, they would say
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Absolutely nowhere to go and hide
I linger here waiting to exhaustion
Things turn very strange all around
Emptiness fills my room, sunny but dull
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A dream visited
Early this morning
This time it is you
Not me
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Travelling back and forth
To a few too dark places
Many here so well known
Gently digging up clues
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Days are so long
Wrote the unknown poet
Some are very empty too
There none can fight
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I dreamed dreams that I could never share
They haunted me more than I could ever say
When, here, I tried to share them anyway
Often my mind was neither pink nor square
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Dear,
Signs here and there
Of your longing
A trail of them
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Twenty third, grey and wet
Warming my blue sofa
Two days left before Xmas
Head broken, lying on a table
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Three years almost
I see that instant
Like all others
From day one
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It would come in a letter
Then sit in your letter box
Letters inside would read
Come to ours on Xmas day
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Deep down in me, wrecked
Here and there all ruined
An standing on this devastation
A soul all blue and broken
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I won't ask
When are you back
It hurts too much
You know it
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No matter how
I see this
Bright or low
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Before a second one has gone
Lets say this, all the truth
Thanks again to the magician
Things changed so much around
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It was grey and wet
And I truly did not
Want
To move nor wake up
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All alive
Little fire
Waiting to strive
Full of admire
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Remember compassion today
When things go astray
Perhaps one could not
Expect the return or not
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