Michael Fitzroy Poems

Broken Fragments of a twisted mind
Mostly dark with extremes of sad
Her journeys end is never reached
The vortex of time, her only road
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Since the rhyme of the ancient mariner
To the assassination of Moby Dick
Nought has man's heart, ever given the sea
A waging of war, with and aquatic foe
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The peace is broken by silence loud
A reveller which has fallen foul
This time not, for breaking law
But swallowed up by city night
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Whirlwinds of time
Sweeping through the valley's of life
The downpours of good
With storms of bad
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Fingers of a thousand emotions
Grasping, entwined
Like some twisted fate
A turmoil of thoughts
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Like the prey of an arachnid
Deceitfully lured
Into a web of lies
With prolonged pain
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Reflections, releasing a tempting mirage
A mystical form, of beauty and pain
A burning of passion, oh I desire
A journey of fulfilment, undescribed
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