Michael Saurer Poems

The last days
Of an old dog
Forgotten rays
Of last hope
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Fighting the devil on your own
even hell is made of stone
so it can be blown apart
by your own will and your own heart
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I still remember
A time long gone
It was frosty December
When everything was done
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For so many years gone
I thought
That there would be no such girl
For many years to come
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The worthiest treasure
The hardest wood
The worst of pressure
The most natural good
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Lost in a place
I don’t belong
Lost in some space
That seems so wrong
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The old year’s gone
A new one begins
Will it be better?
Will it be worse?
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Her beautiful eyes
Burning the ice
It’s certainly true
But she is not you
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Breathing
Without thinking
Crying
Without feeling
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My dog is gone
Forever and ever
Nothing to be done
But to forget- Never
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