Philip Caldwell Poems

The call has been heard
and the Siren's song plays.
Kissing the dreams of reality,
my dream diminishes.
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Vacancy has taken presence,
upon our earth,
I am the only one left...
Desolation has become
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Roses that uproot,
to be placed
as a token of love.
A myriad of velvet lay,
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Kneeling before the bed,
dry tears come across my face.
The aroma of dormancy I pray for.
To never again see the morning...
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What such a villain, then that villain time,
Your provoking is yet so displeasing.
Should I spare you of your infamous crime?
For your being here has so much meaning.
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Falling from the heavens,
weary the angel sings.
Flying up I can not,
curse these broken wings.
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You lie in a painful hibernation.
It seems I however,
am the final judge of your life.
But who am I to play god?
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