Steven Smedley Poems

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I remember the day you said you were leaving
I couldn’t move on
I just kept grieving
I hide my face in my hands all evening
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I sit
The leaves dance around my feet
The wind the great conductor
I untie then tie my shoe again
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I come across this on a daily basis.
Acquaintances holding the pasts hate.
Baggage I still have is the rude and persistent time,
Compliance to honesty?
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I can feel it getting closer
the quicker I run the closer it gets to my back
I can’t outrun this
now breathing down my neck
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Testing the strength of character.
To see if I can still maintain.
See if I can refrain,
from letting loose of this inane brain. See if I can drain every emotion,
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Listen to me spit in 16/
or switch right quick/
start writting poetry/
im lit/
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