Thomas King

Do not weep for me now
For I am back in my mother's arms

Do not morn another day
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Ascending from the depths
Of my personal sea of sorrow

I feel the pressure in my body easing
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Look at you now
All bloated and stinking
Feeding the maggots and flies
What were you thinking?
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Passion and love
Flows from your fingertips
Stimulating the desires
Held within my humble being
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Red ripe is my fruit
Plump and bursting with resentment
Oozing remorse and regret
My pain Ready for you to harvest
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The flames still strong
And the light is burning bright
as it did when you ignited it
On our very first night.
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I asked a question
Onto the night
How is it love
Has not found me today?
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Moist lips
Swollen with passion
Sent from thy red throbbing heart
Once resembling obsidian
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Winter came
As night stood still
Bringing with it
A bitter chill
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I really thought I knew
But I was sadly mistaken
The advantage over me
You had easily taken
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Where hast thou gone?
Sweet innocents of youth
Thy reverence of purity
And subservient of truth
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The face you now see
Is not really me
It’s a “MASK” I have found
When all I could do
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I recited the words
To the first star at night
And hoped and prayed
That I got them all right
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Devoid of all substance and matter
I am empty to the core
Cold and vacant are my eyes
My soul resides in me no more
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Those three little words
Were spoken softly into my ear
But as they entered my head
They sounded like a symphony.
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Thy wooden heart
Stands unloved
Within the hollows
Of the forest despair.
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I've sailed towards freedom
A lifetime it seems,
But only do manage
To arrive in my dreams
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Candle light breaks
the lonely dark night,
Silhouettes of lovers
embrace one another tight,
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You envy me so
With all of your might
You want to steal all my warmth
And extinguish my light
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Burning embers,
Flicker like fireflies
Aimlessly buzzing the night skies
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