Michael John Cook Poems

What a dream to awaken from,
No thought, other than of it, to mind,
Although now arisen from my slumber,
Still consumed by its dense reality,
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A feeling on which one cannot act
Can be nothing more than cruel
To want to break an unspoken pact
To shatter an unwritten rule
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I can close my eyes
But sleep may not ensue
I am thinking of someone
Do you wish it was you?
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Quietly outspoken
Scarily assuring
Sadly uplifting
Infectiously curing
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The blood of those whom for England died,
Runs through these veins still full with pride,
Invaders may come but leave with the tide,
As we protect our shores, standing tall, side by side
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A beautiful stare
Wondering not judging
Give her a smile
She takes it all in
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If I stopped concentrating
Even for a second
I think I would break down
Is it tiredness,
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Finally captured
Now awaiting his trial
Waves of relief
First good sleep in a while
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One more glass of whiskey,
Downed and another poured
Pacing back and forth,
Nervously across the floor
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I did not sleep a wink,
You were on my mind,
I was teetering on the brink,
Struggling to unwind,
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