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Richard Smith Oct 2019
I see the man that wanders
Each day a different place
I also see the people
With that look upon their face
Horror, discust and pity
The look conveys them all
Of wonder at the question
How far did this man fall?

They do not know the hardship
None of the pain or strife
That this man has endured
Throughout his tortured life
Of where he’s been or what he’s done
He pays a heavy price
In his mind he’s not worthy
To be in a happy home
So he wanders place to place
Forever all alone
Richard Smith Oct 2019
How long can I resist them
How long can I ignore
What timeframe do I have
Until I just can take no more

How long before my mind breaks
How long until they win
Till I no longer feel strong
And let the demons in

How long until I fracture
How long till I’m not me
Until I let my guard down
And set the monsters free

The whispers getting louder
Needing to be heard
Waiting till my walls are gone
Wanting into this world
Richard Smith Oct 2019
Empty rooms
It’s all packed up
The old house
Cold and emotionless
Sad forlorn
Needs a heart
Sweet sorrow
That we have to part


The new house
In comes life and love
Rooms filled
With stuff
The heart beats
Once again
The home comes alive
Richard Smith Sep 2019
Will they ever just be silent
The voices in my brain
They talk so much of violence
Look what you’ve done they say
It was in our defence
Is always my reply
Although another question
In my mind is always
WHY?
Richard Smith Sep 2019
Mothers and daughters
Fathers and sons
Brothers and sisters
People each one
Died by the thousands
Killed for a cause
A madness for power
A sick holocaust

The whole world fighting
With guns and with bombs
To stop the destruction
Yet causing their own
And returning from battles
Fought ******* the field
Find they are isolated
Can’t express how they feel

The hunger for power
Is what fuels war
Will forever enshroud us
Keep us on our knees
As a man and a soldier
One thing I would plead
Fight no more with weapons
Use words and treaties
Richard Smith Aug 2019
If I said that I was crazy
Cause my friend you cannot see
Does that mean I am enlightened
Not as crazy as I seem
For my friend is wholly real
Not a figment as you think
As he keeps on the right path
Far from standing on the brink
He is my voice of reason
In this god forsaken world
My forgiveness in my turmoil
My leading hand to hold
Richard Smith Apr 2019
Lying here without you
On a lonely single bed
The only thoughts I have
Are of you running through my head
You’re not there when I reach out
I cannot hear you breathe
This time away from your side
Is a hell that doesn’t cease
My wish to be beside you
Even just to watch you sleep
And etch your image into my mind
Another perfect memory to keep
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