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Sam Waldron Poem
Is the world cheating on me?
Is self-deception so thick that I cannot see?
Is the world beating on me?
Is suicide so slow that I cannot be free?
Or be me?
What am I?
A wave passing by?
Or a rock so grounded that it cannot try?
Or ask why?
What am I?
Copyright © Sam Waldron | Year Posted 2008
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Sam Waldron Poem
How long
will I say these words
with nothing but this wall to direct them towards?
How long will the needy dead ears
press their will against the wall that is made with tears?
How long
will this delirium
rust the center of the soul of the hungry dumb?
How long
'till the barrier breaks
and I can finally discover what a difference it makes?
How much longer do I stand and wait
For the self imprisoned travelers to unseal their fate?
How much longer do I stand and scream
while she kills herself with pleasure in a hollow dream?
Copyright © Sam Waldron | Year Posted 2008
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Sam Waldron Poem
It's complicated
how worthless are the things that make me feel so jaded
I'm getting frustrated
how fragile are the things that have the world distracted
I instigated
this killer playground, rife with joy that is so heavy-weighted
I created
But it doesn't matter, all that's left is falling down
It doesn't matter, all that's left is crashing down
Now
Copyright © Sam Waldron | Year Posted 2008
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Sam Waldron Poem
The only thing it means
Is that I'm wanting shallow things
I'm grasping at a long-dead corpse
Nekroi
So I'll give you that gift
hoping you can sense
the dead things it carries
Copyright © Sam Waldron | Year Posted 2008
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