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Richard Smith Nov 2019
I wonder where we’re going
Our destination, target
What happens when get there
Will we be well met
Our loved ones gone before us
Waiting at the end
To reunite and reminisce
To hold us once again
Richard Smith Nov 2019
The point I try to make
Is that there is no point at all
When you are gone from this world
You are gone and that is all
You may be remembered
But that will not be for long
So I repeat
The point I try to make
Is that there is no point at all
Richard Smith Nov 2019
Is this world reality
Or is it just a dream
If so I’d like to wake up
Though it doesn’t seem to end

Upon the end of this dream
On waking from this life
Will I remember my mistakes
And minimise the strife
Richard Smith Nov 2019
Why am I isolated
Why does my voice
Die in my throat
Before I can explain
Why I feel so down

Why can I not convey
The hurt, anger, pain
I keep it inside
Only to hurt my loved ones
Not because I wish it

Why must I push
Everybody to a distance
Thinking it will save me
But only isolating me
Further from my family
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
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