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When my time comes don't you dare -
bury me beside all the others
I've tip-toed through life trying to be alone
Don't you dare lay me beside their forever 'yakking'
bones
Copyright May 7 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
The Broken Poet May 2016
Tears won't come
so I write
to let them go
I'm stone cold
never to be felt again
I wish to run away
because I do not want to die
just yet.
When will my life begin?
The Broken Poet May 2016
Everyone says Karma is a *****
but no one dares name reality
for in itself, the devil lies
with traps and snares
ready to imprison us
of our youth and dreams.
The Broken Poet May 2016
Everyone is screaming my name
Voices, voices
Screaming and yelling
I must go help them
Find shore.
Now I scream,
but they've all gone.
The Broken Poet May 2016
I try to drown out the pain
but I feel in vain
When is it gonna go away
My life is nothing but gray
I can't go on.
The Broken Poet May 2016
I dream of running into the night sky
No one to see me
Or where I've gone
No traceable footprints
No way to feel me
When night creeps along.
I dream of disappearing
No one to know me
Or my name.
I dream of never looking back
to familiar faces
of the past.
I just want to run away and be free
Like the night wind.
The Broken Poet Apr 2016
I dream of flying away
Like a mockingbird
Light and free.

I dream of being happy
Like the wind
Light and free.

I dream of being beautiful
Like a dandelion
Light and free.

I dream of being light and free.
I dream, I dream
But I am living in the
Depths of reality
Waves drowning me in
I can't see the shore from underwater...
I can't breathe,
But,
I dream.
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