Michael Hales Poems

Death dawns slowly but surely....
Hiding in the crevises of my mind,
are the remains of shattered memories.
Spring, Summer, Autumn and winter,
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A thought to you
lets call it my prayer
a feeling of sadness
in this world that's unfair.
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A dark seed-that impregnates the deepest recesses of the mind,
Growing and entangling it's vines to suffocate over time.
A weed that spreads it's melancholy with no reason or rhyme,
Overpowering happiness, wellbeing and the ability to be fine.
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