Poem 01

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  • Dedicated to Debora Marie Wood
                                    

My presence will not waver eternally

 I shall always stay there still and stoic

 The frozen time weighing so severe

 Doing so like a harsh blow

 Yet unmoved and dispassionate

 Thoughts rush into me right then                                                                                                   

 'If only my existence is felt

 If only I was truly living'

 But then they are subdued

 As the obvious sets in 

 None have seen me

 None are yet to 

 So then I perdure 

 Back to the solitary me

 Beneath the pale white clouds

 Matching my pastel frame

 Laying there numb and brittle

 My shadow unknown to even me

 For I no longer exist

 Yet I hold on to a thread of' 'hope'

 For someone, anyone 

 To evoke me from this

 'Solitariness'

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