Steve Cornell Poems

Sick of waiting at the station
Standing out in the cold for hours, just to find out you need a reservation
No seat, wrong train and the pouring rain.
Same day, same week, no change.
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A long times gone,
your torch was shone
but then you disappeared
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He waits for a time all alone
When his worries are distant and his mind is at home
Time kills his pain but the scars still remain
If love is a game then its all in his brain.
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It's been an hour and ten,
its been raining since then,
but i cant find a how, a why, not even a when.
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Oblivious not obvious
but feeling kind of weird
I'm never going back to that
The end is finally here
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In this post-modern world
my dreams I cant mould
writing a story
which has already been told
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A happy endings always near
and always close and true
Yet failures always on your case
and always stalking you.
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