Mark Farmer Poems

Fear not the storms in their darkest hour
Fear opens doors so evil can devour
Fear not the dark ways which lurk around
Fear takes your joy and chains you bound
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Will I, Can I
Utter or whisper
The negative thoughts
Which run through my head
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On life's journey I take my steps
Thinking of where I am going
Taking a left then a right
My weariness is growing
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To smile seems so hard,
When it’s only me, myself, and I.
No friends, family, nor strangers,
See the true me as they're walking by.
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