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Stephen S Apr 2019
Sorry sir, you're here too soon.
Please take a seat in our waiting room.
Listen for when your number's called.
It may be a awhile, after all.

Be sure to fill out the forms with care,
and take time to mark in every square.
If you miss even a single one,
Your chances of success are done.

Try to ignore the unpleasant smell,
and that guy speaking loudly on his cell.
You must realize that on the whole,
These things are beyond our control.

Yes, this may use up most of your day.
How long will it be? We can't really say.
At least forty minutes it's going to take,
as half our people just went on break.

Two hours later, front of the line.
You want to be done with wasting time.
We can clearly see your nerves are fraught,
but it appears that have you missed a spot.

To the back of the line to make your correction.
Believe us, it's for your own protection.
No jumping ahead, as the rules dictate.
Once again sir, you'll have to wait.

We sense your patience is quickly fleeting,
but any anger would be self defeating.
You're back at the front, with forms composed.
But sadly, this office has just been closed.
Stephen S Apr 2019
You love me,
but don't show it.

You hurt me,
but don't know it.

I give things,
and you take them.

I share dreams,
and you break them.

You trap me,
but don't see it.

You kiss me,
but don't feel it.

I get up again,
one final try.

I leave forever,
a cold goodbye.
Stephen S Apr 2019
It is damaged.
It is burning.
It is destructive.
It is haunting.

It casts a light in the darkness,
It brings warmth to the freezing,
It brings food to the hungry,
It brings help to the stranded.

It is vicious.
It is primal.
It is roaring.
It is fierce.
Stephen S Apr 2019
I do not know.
You come to me in search of answers
that I cannot provide.
The glass is cloudy.
An endless fog envelops me.
Impossible to tell
if it's day or night.
Clarity has abandoned me
on the lonely shore.
The distant muddy thoughts
keep me company.
As to the meaning of this,
there is only one response I can give you:
I do not know.
Stephen S Apr 2019
Sharp.
Vicious.
Deadly.

Polished.
Rigid.
Intimidating.

Grinding­.
Primal.
Violent.
Stephen S Apr 2019
Who says a poem has to rhyme?
Why can't the words alone be fine?
If I don't follow a meter line,
Is that in and of itself a crime?

Who says a poem has to rhyme?
Why can't it be unique, sublime?
What if I do not focus on the time,
but just take the vision and make it mine?

Who says a poem has to rhyme?
Why can't discordant verses shine?
And if the sentences don't align,
Can't they still be beautiful by design?
Stephen S Apr 2019
I don't feel anymore.
No one's out there keeping score.
Things aren't as they were before.
I've been violated, ******.

There's no emotion at my core.
My heart is sealed, I locked the door.
I've no desire to search for more.
Everything around me, I abhor.

An endless ocean, can't see the shore.
The soldiers fight an endless war.
What's left of me is on the floor.
I don't feel anymore.
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