memories unearthed

These poems were written not by me, but for me, even about me.

As the dark of night creeps accross
the scaped, plagued dying land
Consuming all that it touches
Freezing them where they stand
Where I stand, livid
As if for the amusement of some
unforseen guilded god

Incased with blackness so thick it stifles me
I grasp at it
I cannot breathe
Deaths chilled breath is upon me
Like that of a black dragon
Transfixed on a frail lamb

Quivering, with no protection, I shake

I am alone

03-27-04
T.S.R.

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For one full lifetime, maybe more
I contimplated love and war
At times I fought to understand
And other times laid head in hands
An answer to which I did not find
Within my heart and within my mind
When it comes to love I'm in the dark
Blinds pulled tight and eyes wide shut
I never know just what to say
Like the uncertainty of rained day
Puddles of water overflow
In my eyes I do not show
On the coldness of winter day
My body shivers in dismay
You warm me with your sunny ray
And lead me to a better day

T.S.R.
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I sit besides you quietly
Just a few feet away
An eternity of space sits between us
you seem so far away

The silence between us is deafening
I cannot hear a sound
The comfort levels dropping
Then a single tear hits the ground

I look at you and smile
your expression is without a doubt
100 years of sadness
1000 years of doubt

I reach out and touch you softly
you look at me and smile
your eyes a flowing burning river
Dejected, I sit and cry

T.S.R.