Not Long Left Poems

A melting pot of emotion,
Lives lived and read.
some hidden behind
heavily clothed words
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It is cold and dark outside:
there is a battle being fought
Between the wind
and the passive trees.
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Standing still
yet slightly swaying.
lost within a herd of humans
Their heads bobbing
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two hundred feet below,
prostitues are pruning,
punters are prowling,
like hunters on safari, eyes scanning,
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It was not the grief on your face
That worried me,
It was the lack of inspiration,
Coming from this desperate situation.
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there are no humans to touch,
when i am alone,
rooted to the indented chair,
where i have died a thousand times.
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after a long day of work,
and a steady flow of note taking,
i finally reach the warm welcoming home.
i go to kiss you and you offer me your cheek,
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upon the fading embers of sanity,
broken, blood red, burnt.
heart so hot,
it had run out of heat.
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i may be sitting in the next room,
fatter, older, wiser slower,
i may be your friend,
or your foundation of angst.
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today was just like any other day,
yet today i felt the urge to play
with the absurd thinking's of my mind.
take for example the repeating desire,
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