roger jones Poems

A shadow playing at being a man,
So long, that he forgets, what he is,
A poor rendering of a true life
An insubstantial copy of the true original
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In this dark night of trying to touch what firm upon, we imagined our grasp,
The elusiveness of surety can prove to be.
Men, thinking themselves invulnerable, reveled to be base cowards pure.
As twilight mingles unobserved, between their resolve and true ability to remain sincere.
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scattered and tarnished castaway
That just don't fit,
So many crying for someone to see them, is it OK to be.
When nothing is enough an all your jagged edges stick out,
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