Pam Thomas Poems

Anger, my faithful friend, never relenting, embedded in the
pit of my soul, ready to strike when fate and foe deal
their dreaded blows. Embracing you I have, all of my
life, drawing courage and strength in the face of pain.
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What of love? What value does one place upon love?
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Senses provoked by a breeze of a
distant sea, fate balanced on the
fruit of Eve. Entwining fingers of
false images bind, milking the
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Blue stretched wide as dawn rises,
labored breath meets another day
without the other. Blood seeps through
open wounds, lifeless eyes open but lost.
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I lurk so smooth through the butterfly sea,
the tall green grass slides right by me.

A world of blue towers just above,
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