Pat Knight Poems

Feels life is a masquerade.
Random footsteps on dark parade.
Treading timeless in one place.
Mask held fast obscuring face.
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Each tear is a release of pain.
They flood the floor like heavy rain.
The memories gather in a small lakes.
Reminding me of past mistakes.
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They start when two words get stuck in my head.
They can be annoying it must be said.
The words are special because they do rhyme.
I jiggle and jog until each has its line.
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