Walter C. Edwards Poems

About a rock,
not a pebble, not a stone,
but about a rock,
is it shale with dead crustations,
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Would you share a piece of your bread,
to a person who has none,
would you give a bowl of rice,
when your belly is full,
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Dwindling light from burning candles,
make the darkness appear only larger,
then the night is,
in this cold, hard life that I live,
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One day the stone will hit the cross,
and the love you feel will be lost,
unbroken bonds entwined,
will be torn and tattered,
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The winter chills my bones,
to the very depths of me,
I am all out of answers,
plagued by desperation,
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Sometimes I worry quite deeply,
is all this back water thinking,
polluting our future,
so much so that there is no tomorrow,
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The nightmares came back,
beaten once again,
by hands long since dead,
abused by a drunken loser,
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Where was that place we were at,
do you know or have you forgotten too,
we do the same things all the time,
nothing new,
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When I walk alone,
it is cold outside,
I do not know how,
to weather this storm,
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I feel like a monkey,
on a key chain,
dangling in space,
waiting for you to call me near,
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