Mark Graham Poems

Without resolution and without hope I slide into the oblivion of despair,
Residing in the caverns, of restlessness, my soul is beyond repair.
Hope is dangled before my love lost eyes,
And then betrayed in a myriad of questionable lies.
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Missing You (For Lynette)

You may wonder if I miss you, or care if you're not here,
You may wonder if I miss holding you or if I have shed a single tear.
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