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Pete Marshall Jan 2010
Silently she sleeps alone in her dreams

Is it here I exist or am I a myth

Illusions are real as I lay by her side

Yet tonight I felt lost the fires have died

The room where we loved no longer feels warm

Our once flowering bed now ravaged by thorns

My head lays in nettles my limbs upon weeds

And still she sleeps alone in her dreams


I watch her breathe she murmurs she moans

There are two in this bed but one is alone

Her mind is her secret kept hidden from me

Her words are like legends in stories she weaves

But words are not spoken when love is not real

Truths are kept secret and never revealed

A tear gently forms to run down my cheek

And still she sleeps alone in her dreams
Pete Marshall Jan 2010
Storms of oblivion cloud my mind

As I battle to moor my inner conscience

Life was once an abundance of hope

Defeated & beaten by reckless dreams.

Embittered storms that ravage seas

Darkened clouds that strike with fear

With lowered heads we fight in vain

But waters always find a flaw.

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Deep inside and further down

Visions of guilt burn through my mind

Release the pain in a barge of gold

But left to sail these waters alone.

Confused I wait upon my berth

Entangled doubts that weave my mind

Careless I drift alone and forlorn

As I battle the waves that engulf my soul.

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Thursdays child was marked from birth

But shoes of stone have held him back

In a struggle of life that ponders deep

Where waters flow and never cease

Desperate times bring wish well friends

Brazen words and reckless deeds

Consume a passion that passes time

Yet plates lay bare & casks run dry.

— The End —