Mathew Lewis Poems

I am a coffin,
I am the dark knots of wood
That cover the rotting corpse,
And horrors of death.
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Fall a little further and you'll see,
This is never where you were meant to be,
And this is way too neat for me,
But I have a feeling I'm fine,
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An amazing order of controlled totalitarianism,
A mystery of dictated authority,
Multi-faceted and yet a waste of time,
Differently formal, painfully the same,
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Blackened rooms and painted skies,
Coffee red and tainted lies,
Still I shake when I say goodbye,
Still I ask and get answered why,
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He feels alone in a crowded room,
His cries go unheard,
He wishes someone would notice him,
But no one cares.
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My country has bled so much before,
It coursed through every valley, every hill,
And pain was the word carried in wrath,
For my country held against its will.
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I saw a mother breastfeeding,
She had love in her body
But glass in her eyes.
As if this food giving ritual
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The horizon is crestfallen.
The earth; ashen grey and barren,
Is littered with long since trodden tracks.
The silhouettes of lonely trees
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What is pain?
An ill constructed metamorphosis
Of rationality gone sour?
Good for nothing other than
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The paper thin-thread bare moment between
Sleep and consciousness is the most beautiful
Of the morning.
Just as the body breathes the new day
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