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Vincent Sep 6
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he once had a bright glow,
deeply cared for them all.
he had nothing to show,
no hope left in his soul.

his aching heart in vain,
his soul need be unchained,
six full years has it been,
since his heart has been grained?

a plethora of change,
he never stayed the same.
he was once filled with rage,
sees the sky dark as gray.

from overdose and ropes,
he tried to take his own.
wishing sky gave him stones,
wanting to end it all.

after years with a swift,
everything changed for him.
no more clues or some hint,
or false words from his lips.

six years ago for sure,
he would've felt afraid,
to love himself and pour,
some kindness to his soul.

and now the child is grown,
who knew he would be here?
standing proud in his own,
without having to fear.
Dec 2018 · 187
Silent Night
Vincent Dec 2018
silent night,
i could see the leaves fall,
as the stars shine so bright,
i could hear the wind call,
as they push together and fight.
silent night,
i could feel the breeze,
as i watch  the leaves sway in the wind.
someone lashes my brain to escape,
some words worthy to hear.
silent night,
i see no light,
no one to guide,
as i slide,
to my deepest fright.
silent night,
i could feel a hard brick,
that weights my mind down to the deepest.
my heart is sick,
waiting for our eyes to meet.
silent night,
i feel lonely,
as i slowly write down,
the words of this poem.
here i am alone,
as i daydream.
silent night,
oh how lonely is the night,
as i remember the sight,
of you and i,
in this site.
oh how sad to think,
that every time i blink,
i see your shadows peek,
between the trees.
oh how hard to deal,
with what i feel.
silent night,
but i see a light.
oh! the sun seems to rise,
slowly,
i'm feeling alive,
away from the dark,
away from the night.
Dec 2018 · 143
The Worker
Vincent Dec 2018
once there was a worker,
bold and sweet.
he worked like it's never over,
just to give his family something to eat.
he had a son,
as intelligent as einstein,
a daughter,
as beautiful as snow white.
and a wife,
that he kisses every time.
one day he worked,
and at night he went home,
he bought some hot stew,
for his family,
and himself too.
he was a hundred steps away;
the fog was thick,
the mist was cold,
and it was dark.
then all of a sudden he heard a creak,
he took his shortsword,
and looked back.
even with intense faith,
the devil prevailed and told his fate.
a shadow from afar went near,
and with a weapon,
he had the worker killed.
nights and days have passed,
the worker was still unfound.
nobody knew,
nobody even found a clue.
his son,
was weeping and sad,
he remembered how he was bad,
how he didn't appreciate his father.
and later he learned,
that despite everything,
his father was the best.
his daughter,
crying and sad,
she just remembered,
how she was ashamed of her dad.
and then she learned,
that the real beauty,
was the thing she never had.
his wife,
was crying and depressed.
she can't say a word,
for she knows that the killer,
was the man she had an affair with.

— The End —