Nick Kler Poems

Late last night
Some words were written upon the dark night sky
With the light of the moon so bright
They said;
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Music is my life. Sometimes, I cry listening to it. Not only does it create a deeper emotional binding within myself but also brings out a class of fancies that my soul craves for its own peace and tranquility. It creates a timeline for memories of an exquisite nature that my mind has carved a special place within itself. It attaches very delicately to those moments from the past with the same distinctness as they had originally transpired. It also reminds me of those eloquent moments within my life and the years that have passed me by, yet saddens me every time one or more of those that have touched my life and became an integral part of these fancies, pass away.

Nevertheless, every opportunity I get to turn back the time, I look upon to music. I put on a tune and I close my eyes, it takes me places far away where those fancies had originally been created.
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Sometimes, when I felt like crying
I have consoled myself

tossing and turning, alone at night
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You promised to wait for me
All the way up till the end
You promised me a certainty
In these desperate, desperate times
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Some days, I come home tired
Deceived by my brother and many others
I change my clothes and I sit besides the window
And watch some kids playing hide n seek
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Someone spends their life
Hanging on a delicate thread
Of withering relationships
As if
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Money, Money, Money
Don't you ever
let it touch you
My Little
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It took me a while
To revive my senses
Of shedding tears
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I would have never returned
To this dark
unforgiving dungeon
People come here
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I should have heard
Your screams for me

I should have seen
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