Shalyn Stachmus Poems

This twisted white vision persists to haunt me.
It just won't leave me alone.
The barred bright windows will forever taunt me.
They just won't let me go home.
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I hate it when I'm awake.
I think I'd rather be sleeping...
Deep autumn's closed today,
while the knell still mocks our weeping.
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If what we're breathing in are the scents of sin, will it cause us all to choke?
If in the very end we've not made amends, will we really lose all hope?
I hope not.
Even though I've been warned, I don't seem to care anymore.
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Sand disperses on the open line.
Haunting eyes, with nothing to find.
Nothing is left, and we're all alone.
It's too hard to feel like this could be home.
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Terror only calls to make this last.
But all it seems to do is cause the crash.
The fight, the pall, no battle's been won.
Now then, this war has just begun.
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I'll tell you a story of mountains and glory,
but time will tell more.
I could tell of the times,
of the riches and crimes...
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Believed things would end how I wanted them to,
But now I can't erase it, so what do I do?
Had hoped things would change, perhaps fix themselves, too.
But most times denial is better than truth.
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Where is the glue, that binds us all together?
It's in our souls, so we can rise forever.

Until we glow, our torches light the way.
Until it's known that we can guide the strays.
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How is forever? Is forever for you?
Do you know what is ever, is everyone, too?

I'd like to see behind the bloodstained stage,
and dare a stare in a crowd of black eyes.
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Have I sealed my fate?
As I write these words
a wretched burden
overlooks the page.
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