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Gerald Aug 2021
The light knows me; however, in bits and in pieces. The darkness knows me well.
Gerald Aug 2021
But if
you chased
my demons away,
what am I
really
left with?

Angels
don't know what
it's like to
be an outcast.
Gerald Jun 2021
To want to speak. And not to know how.

To feel. And not to know what.

To be dead, and breathing; somehow.
Gerald Jun 2021
Sometimes
you can feel the void.
The emptiness.
You can feel the wind
blow through the
chambers of your heart.

And sometimes,
there's a haunting silence;
The sound of ghosts of all the
people I've ever loved.
Gerald Feb 2021
"I've got an infinite number of places to go, the problem is where to stay."
Gerald Feb 2021
Where do
all those unexpressed
emotions go?

Do they die,
or maybe they just wander
around inside?

Is my heart
a grave yard...Or a town
full of words yearning
to be heard?
Gerald Sep 2020
You squeeze all the
love out of me.
Then you leave me
on poles to dry, hanging.
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