Ronald Speight Poems

She says she loves Him
He says well I love you more
She asks Really?
How much more?
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When I place them in my ear
They become my escape
From the world’s ignorance
Pain, and strife
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Do I continue or cease
The pressure felt has collapsed
Me the body of a young man
With soul in his mid forties
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At the foot of my city hall lay stairs to nowhere
My city hall holds flags that have lost meaning
It’s become a place for bureaucrats to lay waste in my city
No open doors for citizens so where do I go
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Given an unfavorable take on life
I look at all things with beauty
The morning sun which
Dances across my face
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I lay on the bottom of a pit
I thought it had no end
That I could just freefall
I fell to it I hit it
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Prayer is a confession
Of a soul to a divine being
Writing is a tedious task
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