Sandra Osborne Poems

War. And war some more.
War. And war some more.
No one knows,
What it's for,
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It's funny how
You make me cry,
Make me feel
Like I'm a lie.
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I will tell you now of a life of pain
An abused little child, thrown away. I’d
Explain all the hate, and laughter insane,
But you’d never believe a world would try,
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Free.
Waves on an endless ocean,
Swelling and changing
Changing and flowing,
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Woke up this morning, with some more new pains
Getting old really sucks; I hurt when it rains.
You won’t hear me say, “Wow, THAT pain is gone! ”
But always just, “Hey, why does THAT now hurt? ”
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Not so different,
But the resentments
Are oh so real,
Hatred at the past,
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So many
Different dreary worlds,
That it’s hard to make a choice,
Hard to choose at all,
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Again
I am here
among these lonely
tides of faith
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You may not even know me,
Or know what I mean,
Understand my world,
Or hear me when I scream.
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Funny, I’ve been writing
For a very long time.
I’ve written about love
I’ve written about hate
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