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Peter J Thomas Apr 2016
The stale smell of the waiting room,

Embraced by walls, a dying womb.
Peter J Thomas Apr 2016
Do you not see,

The pain inside,

Broken wide,

The tears I've cried,



Do you not see,

The things I see,

A heart not free,

Why I can't be,



Do you not see,

The end is nigh,

I'll say goodbye,

And gladly die.
Peter J Thomas Apr 2016
I fear the end,

When should it be,

Control of,

My own destiny.



I fear the end,

It's mine to choose,

To battle on,

Or simply lose
Peter J Thomas Apr 2016
A little glass,

Red wine's the cure,

There's time for one,

Then several more.
Peter J Thomas Apr 2016
One
To kiss the early morning sun,

The promise of a day so fun,

One that has only begun,

To share with you, the day, as one
Peter J Thomas Apr 2016
A broken man,

Sits idly still,

Lacks happiness,

A broken will,

No hope, no chance,

No reason why,

The broken man,

Just waits to die.
Peter J Thomas Apr 2016
The sickened sight of death befalls,

Catching each alarmed,

Yet in the turmoil of excess,

We all are grotesquely charmed.
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