Chris Goss Poems

Oh how it cleared my woes
The enclave of sumptuously leaved trees
Bordering grass that should not be mown
The shallow, rippling and shimmering river
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I feel that I will be oh so dead soon
Like an elderly grey haired face baboon
Or once inflated a fire red balloon
Or a butterfly that did not emerge from its caterpillar
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Decline moist underfoot ravine
Monkeys flees canopy trees
Bottle green and siren blue dragon flies
Bobbing and darting stream floor
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Life is not worth living at all
Inside is a void that will not endure
All the King's horses could not put me back together again
Father Christmas chimney collapses
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Pebbles rolling back and forth
In the sea lapping the land froth
Parts of shells bleached white
So they no longer smell
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Fallen last flattening leaves
Evidence of skeleton trees
Soft slow rivers streams
Wearing warming fleece
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Walking on a country trail
Certainly not slow as a snail
The path with many types of tree
I know have no pain I my knee
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Perhaps no one would notice if I was taken
The curtain did not bow nor a tree
Do you feel the feeling that I had enough
That my life is on a road so tragically rough
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I don't know why I feel dead all the time
Because as long as the day, I have never done a crime
I have just done Ross Park,2 walks round and one run for a better sleepy time
Because I am due not to be taking my sleeping tablet and that is the crime
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I feel so utterly and totally wrong
Just want to hear the death gong
Departing this earth without a song
I just feel it will not be too long
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