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Mark Tilford Jan 2019
Waiting to go
6ft under the ground
Waiting to
Lay its burdens down
Been way to long
To be around
Time to leave this TOWN
Then maybe a smile
Instead of a frawn
This soul
Had no control
Fell into a deep dark hole
Once it goes
It will finally feel whole
Everything it chose
This soul
While walking the streets
So many
Troubled souls it meets
Wanted to ask
But did not impose
Just handed them a black rose
Carry on
Them as well
Will soon be gone
The result
Of
Letting the Black Swan spawn
These troubled souls
Listening to the songs of the black crow
As the wind blows
A troubled soul
Knows
When
It's time to go
Mark Tilford Jan 2019
Are you done
Wth the fun
Run
Run
Run
Do you have a clue
What is the matter with you
Where to?
What are you running from
What will be the outcome
Run
Run
Run
Just because you can
Your a scared man
Where to?
Where are you running to
Run
Run
Run
To someone
To anyone
Where to?
Where are you running to
Run
Run
Run
You have begun
Toward the sun
Where to ?
Where are you running to
Away
Run
Run
Run
Stay
What do you say
Where to ?
Where will you run to
This love grew
I thought you knew
Now what will you do

Take off my running shoes
Mark Tilford Dec 2018
years
of shedding tears

remembering

you walking out the door

many nights of walking the floor
with the memories of how we were before

it's been twenty years
of being on my own
so many
since
i have known
none
making it to my home

it's been twenty years
of alone
of waiting by the phone
of disappointing moans
of the possabilites thrown

it's been twenty years
of wondering
if I cross their mind
like they do mine
of waiting for the smallest sign

it's been twenty years
of my deepest fear
year after year
that the end is near
my hopes will disappear
i again will never hear

it's been twenty years
of pain
of taking all the blame
Mark Tilford Nov 2018
hopeless
full of dread
not looking ahead
safe
by covering my head
with the spread
the past it last
and it last
years
doing the math
in a flash
my mind
my thoughts
they clash
main stream
I have relieved
my heart I have squeezed
nothing left
to bleed
alone with just me
and the past
it last and
it last
why
i ask
i have crashed
i no longer laugh
on any behalf

at the time of my death
at my bedside
the past
Mark Tilford Oct 2018
the weapon lay at my side
the hand written guide
i do not think
to decide
no divide
not mortified
or
horrified
thoughts, justified
the black crow
flies
slowly shutting the eyes
the light subsides
i
die
do not ask why
Mark Tilford Sep 2018
I do not need my heart anymore
I am standing in front of two doors
I will not be living anymore

Walking through
Into the darkness
To the afterlife

Which door will I reach for

One will lead to the light
One will lead to the night

It is so quite here
I am on my own
Alone

Heaven there are no lies
Hell nothing but cries

Which one
The gun
It has begun
I cannot run

The sun

At the door
Mark Tilford Sep 2018
That we never loose sight

That we always believe
We remember it is not about me
I pray
We never forget what will be, will be
That love is the key
He or she
It's free
I pray
That we do not forget when we were alone
And
We do not forget
the people that have no home
or the people we have known
I pray
We remember we all have the need
And
We do not forget that all
HEARTS BLEED
And it is so easy to mislead
I pray
That we see the face
not the race
And
We never forget all is deserving of a place
in this space
I pray
It is not to late to save this world
from these trying times
And
We stop crossing the line
We open our eyes and stop
being so blind
I pray
We start
with
being kind
!!
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