Terry B. Peterson Poems

Wendy stood on the catwalk of Highland Light.
Intense was her stare into the approaching night.
Now through eyelids closed to a narrow slit,
The horizon was scanned to find Harold's ship.
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I looked into his room but I don't see him.
I asked myself where has my little big man gone.
Though he came into this life two months early,
His fight for life through strife was not alone.
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Cold is the heart embittered by a lifetime of pain.
Over four decades of scars, that will forever remain.
Locked up in a dark box, in the depths of my tormented soul.
Damned to a life of loneliness that can never be called whole
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