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Peter J Thomas Oct 2016
Didn't see it coming,

Struck down to the floor,

But in life you keep on going,

And coming back for more.
Peter J Thomas Oct 2016
Not noticed on inspection,

Nor found on careful looks,

No telltale signs apparent,

Nothing read in books,

No plaster can repair it,

The scars and soul are torn,

The problem of my broken mind,

Endured since I was born.
Peter J Thomas Oct 2016
Leech drawn,

Blood drunk,

My life,

Old junk.
Peter J Thomas Oct 2016
And as I came to realize,

What I knew, a strange surprise,

The truth was just before my eyes,

Not all live, but always dies.
Peter J Thomas Oct 2016
Sat alone

just wondering,

Is it me

why life's a funny thing,

On days my heart

may want to sing,

yet times when

death, I'd want to bring.
Peter J Thomas Sep 2016
The bridge appears before me,

I stand not knowing where

It goes, or should I cross it,

I ask myself, then dare
Peter J Thomas Sep 2016
Day follows night,

Follows fear,

Follows fright,

Follows you,

Follows right,

Fear the day,

Dread the night.
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