Steve Coetzee Poems

Life ebbing into darkest night,
precious moments forever lost,
fading in the dimming light,
now the time to count the cost.
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And should we shed a tear,
For each and every year?
Or should we rather cry in rage
At each and every passing age?
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Every dark road traveled,
every pain and loss suffered,
etched deep in the face.
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Do not tell me to smile,
Do not tell me things will get easier,
Do not tell me to pull myself together,
If I could I would.
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Dark desperation
seething within,
demons locked
inside my head.
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We drove on and on
in the car together, alone.
Feelings once had, gone
lost all once known.
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All the stolen daydreams
lately going nowhere.
All the missing passion
that consumed our loving.
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remnants of feelings
stirring in my breast

impressions of love
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We're awoken
not ready
to awaken
another long,
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