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Tom D Nov 2020
Maybe peace of mind
is living without what truly scares you
rips and tears you
into tiny pieces of yourself
Tom D Nov 2020
Better to know
The worth of things
Rather than their cost
And never suffer the
Consequence
Of losing what
Can’t be lost
Tom D Oct 2020
Evil deeds
Have never really changed
Most have served the same master
But, love can break
The tyrant’s chains
As it turns the heart ever faster
Tom D Oct 2020
What sort of wretch am I?
Who curses God from where I lie
When I want to sing
I want to cry
But my arid throat’s too dry
To utter anything but
“What sort of wretch am I?”
Tom D Oct 2020
War is best served by youth
For it has not yet
Had the time
To perish the thought of dying
Tom D Oct 2020
There were crows in my dreams
Before my father died
They became the haunt of me
With the stare of their steely eyes
I bowed my head and prayed each night
Before the Grace above
To rid my dreams of the crows
And see instead a dove
Tom D Oct 2020
Some fear weakness
More than dying
Some would die
Before found crying
They’d rather drink
Than face their fear
And God forbid
They shed a tear
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