Roselyn Edwards Poems

I hear a voice inside my head;
Is it really mine? or is it one ill-bred?
I hear the voice so sad, sounding like it cried;
I heard the words so softly, wishing it were dead;
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Smooth, riveted wood wore a bright, shiny finish;
It's strings more precious than gold;
The color was a tangy red, slightly diminish;
It's handcrafted shape, curved all around,
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I am free, to do as I please,
No word of man, no government office,
No moral law, no God set plan,
That's right, no rules to leave me nauseous!
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With every word they cut people down;
They tear them to bits, and shred them around,
Leaving their particles scattered in sight,
To them they're worthless, just a big mess;
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There is a place of beauty, a place of splendor;
It's where the streams will flow like silken meadows blow,
And all the flowers will dance like little treasures;
The excitement of spring will be beyond measures.
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Words tumble from my lips
Down into the depths of your soul
They hit you hard, your heart
It thumps as if it were half full
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I know, I know, I must be quite sick in the head
But I swear I'm not, otherwise I'd be dead
Just don't judge me for way that I am
If you listened to the world
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Tick tock I hear the clock
Every second I must mock
Tick tock there it goes
My life leaves me all its woes
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