Stephen Carey Poems

A glass of water sat on a book of poems,
Hiding the moon,
Pointing out the angels,
Jutting out of the window.
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No, brother, we shouldn’t go there.
Let’s turn and go another way.
‘Cause you know the dead grass grows where
You are on your last day.
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The rose
Is the symbol
Of love,
But that doesn't
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That was it,
That was my chance,
The one I prayed for.
It did come,
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I stand at a pass, the top of a hill,
With a path like a trident.
Three castles in my view,
The first, a castle of old, a divine terror,
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I hate my life.
I want it to stop.
I want it to end.
I want to move on,
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When I am standing still,
I can see that pathway
And the three running from me.
I feel triply betrayed.
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Here I am, in the dark,
Lights flashing all around me.
I can feel the coldness in the air,
I can feel a prickling on my feet.
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While you weren’t looking,
I was.
I was looking at you.
I was smiling at your smile.
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If you are weary-
If you are weak-
Sleep, sleep, sleep, my darling child, sleep.
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