Bobby Roberts Poems

Stress in the morning.
Stress in the evening.
Stress everyday, man what am i
feeling?
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The death train is coming
from the tunnel of sorrow
filled with dead passengers from yet
the days of torromows.
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I wish, I wish
upon a star, so i can see who
you really are.
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Here I walk to the valley of death,
smelled so bitter....
it took my breathe.
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The day I will die,
is the day i was born.
Feeling torn inside,
I don't know if I can hide this
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Not a day goes by that
I want to die.

Not a day goes by that I don't
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The thoughts lurking in time
are leaving a stain in my mind.
I'm remembering of my recent thoughts of death,
destroying my breath.
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