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Matthew Grund Poem
I'd rather die
than let these
empty dreams
outside of these walls.
For it's just too harsh for
all of you to understand it.
I scream for help through
these bloodshot eyes.
I'm not doing just fine
It's so hard to move
through these halls of
emptiness.
Are any of you alive?
Can't you hear my
silent screams
throughout this barren
shell?
Has not enough light
been shed, or ought
it be blood this
time?
But you stroll on with
your ignorant bliss,
destroying the beauty....
as if it never exists.
Copyright © Matthew Grund | Year Posted 2008
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Matthew Grund Poem
Lost in transition
From move to move,
your eyes have me transfixed
as if we were alone
Unfortunately our room
is filled with
dying memories
Must I always be a soldier
amongst
a war of love?
Never a captain,
Never the victor.
Why do I keep
playing your game
Your selfish little game
Is it your love?
No, that's done me
wrong before.
It must be those eyes.
Transfixed, meant to reminice.
Lost again in those glaring eyes
it feels worse than letting
me live. Letting me love.
Copyright © Matthew Grund | Year Posted 2008
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