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Mathew Lewis
Mathew Lewis
(07 March 1987 / Cape Town)
Mathew Lewis Poems
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| 81. | And We | 8/7/2006 |
| 82. | Bah | 5/30/2006 |
| 83. | Confusion | 5/30/2006 |
| 84. | Breaking The Boy | 11/4/2006 |
| 85. | Childlike | 5/25/2008 |
| 86. | A Four Wall Room | 8/21/2007 |
| 87. | A Meditation On The Fate Of A Country | 4/26/2009 |
| 88. | Brick Wall Conspiracy | 6/4/2008 |
| 89. | (being Of Frail Thought) | 7/8/2008 |
| 90. | Cardiac Anthropology | 7/8/2008 |
| 91. | Cherries | 5/10/2006 |
| 92. | A Cape Town Winter | 7/21/2006 |
| 93. | Because | 5/26/2006 |
| 94. | 2a.M And Nowhere To Go | 7/15/2006 |
| 95. | A Tragedy In Four Parts | 11/4/2006 |
| 96. | Angel Eyes | 7/4/2006 |
| 97. | Alone In My Forest One Day | 5/16/2006 |
| 98. | A Sonnet Of Insanity (Sonnet #1) | 5/26/2006 |
| 99. | (untitled) | 5/10/2006 |
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Best Poem of Mathew Lewis
(untitled)
Suffer the pen
That has to write what I say,
Suffer the words
That have to serve my brain,
Suffer the light
Serving the dark
It seems unworthy
Of this task.
Wounds open and bleeding,
Made worse by the day,
Silence will eat me,
And relish my pain.
All of my deamons
Come back again,
These are the words
That I can not say.
Stand Up For Death
Entwined in lover's deathly snare,
Broken by friendship's fickle stare,
Drained by kindred's ugly tears,
Starved by my own hungry fears,
So why then should I hate death?
For he can only take my breath,
My soul is there to be recieved,
Free to cry and free to bleed,
Free from earthly pain and hurt,
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