Stacy George Poems

I walk alone.
Me, my soul, mind, and body.
There is an inferno of turmoil directed
at us for what we have become.
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As agony baths heaven

the laughter is lingering on winds disdain.
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Here I write,
Being a vessel to the word,
Which houses the feelings of my soul.
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Looking forward we forget to see what it is we have left behind.
Strange as it seems our acts shall carry us into a future of uncertainty as a rising difficultly will surly follow.
Here within how do see ourselves for who we are Merely Humans.
Then there is no more we are nothing less the whole of our souls.
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As we fulfill of our hope, compassion abandons us,
the mind is running and never looking back
as body responses in kind.
But the Heart, now the Heart is always looking back.
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Tasting the desolation upon the lips,
touching the cold skin,
seeing a chill deep within the darkness of the eyes so cold and hard.
The trust sweet and fragile,
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Disappointments and frustrations are the vessels consuming
every waking thought.
Wrestling with the currents from the gates of Hell.
Swallowing the rusted chewed up memories of the silence as
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Floating upon the consciousness of time
as a chill of the pale wind
caress the mind.
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His word of determination is divine
as outside rages want to rule the mind
invoking compassion shall calm the soul.
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