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Robert D
Poems
Nov 2019
Morning
That Morning started off grey
But no one could tell
What little light that broke through
Started to warm up my cell
This room was no prison
It's doors do not lock
Solitude was your punishment
Your sentence, each tick of the clock
Time is your enemy
Your thoughts are its home
You think you'd feel better
While the demons out rome.
These demons come back
They hunger, they feel
Their appetite your bad thoughts
Your soul is their meal
They swallow the truth
And lies are spit out
It's starts as a whisper
But ends with a shout
So much is said
But none of it true
The Words are used for pain
That leaves bruises black and blue
Harsh these words come out
And they're aimed right at me
You were cornered you said
Never believing in me
It hurts what you said
Made me feel I didn't belong,
You said to move away
You were right and you were wrong
So I hide in my room
In the house, I once called home
Never wanting to leave
No where to go roam
Our time was cut short
I gave from my heart
The past thrown in my face
I was the problem from the start
#pain
#hurt
#blame
#problem
#nohope
#cause
#depressed
#alone
Written by
Robert D
51/M/Home
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