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Kevin Presley Poem
Nothing to guide me; no map, no phone,
I bought my ticket and decided to roam
Europe. A majestic sight I needed to revive me.
Walking alone aimlessly day after day;
Captured in solitude I wanted to stay,
I watched the sunrise over Barcelona, I was free.
The rainy streets of London were a bustling mess
I stumbled in and out of pubs feeling no stress
for the first time in a long time. I was free.
Amsterdam was full of entertainment, no time for rest.
I sat by the canals with strangers exhaling duress.
An overwhelming feeling engulfed me, I was free.
Copyright © Kevin Presley | Year Posted 2011
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Kevin Presley Poem
The winter’s storm left the trees in broken pieces
The season’s change stole the summer species.
The frigid air freezes my lungs as I breathe in,
A harsh realization of another amazing summers end.
I watch my breath form a cloud as I trudge on,
A reminder of things inside me that are gone.
Seems the birds don’t sing; the sun don’t shine,
All I have are bright memories from a warmer time.
For the next six months this icy hell I’ll roam,
Waging wars in my head with thoughts of a new home.
I leave unwanted footprints everywhere I go,
My own map to guide me back in the soft snow.
Life’s cycle brings a new feeling under my feet;
Changing the weather, the scenery, and eventually me.
Just when I get used to the cold and give in,
A new dawn comes around bringing change again.
Copyright © Kevin Presley | Year Posted 2011
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In the mornings I lie awake listening as the city comes to life,
I stay hidden under the shelter of my covers paying the price.
Mephistopheles lurks beneath; and he’s reaching up to grab me,
keeping me scared to venture out because darkness is all I see.
Shouldn’t there have been a warning shot? A flare high up above?
but then again, a blind man can’t see the impending loss of love.
This blanket will serve as my fortress, if I don’t leave, I’ll remain safe.
If I slip out of this feathery comfort I’m afraid I’d have to see your face.
My parents have grown tired of me they wonder what I’m hiding for.
My friends don’t reach out to me; they no longer knock on my door.
I did this to myself; I pulled bricks from the dam almost every day
now I’m looking up at the surface, drowning in this flood I’ve made.
Crows I count as they repeatedly try singing my racing mind to sleep,
they’re only good for making it harder to keep myself away from me.
The walls if this desolate apartment close in more and more each day;
life goes on outside my window but in my empty bed I think I’ll stay.
Copyright © Kevin Presley | Year Posted 2011
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Kevin Presley Poem
I wonder where you are; where you’re going, where you’ve been.
Pieces of you still remain; the dusty picture of the tree on the wall,
the stained coffee pot that drips no more. Letters and pictures are all
I have and I sort through them seeking you from back then.
When I can’t locate you, an empty feeling grows from within.
I sit quietly in your chair telling myself I’ll make it through,
that I must find my way in this lonely, infinite world without you.
Your moving words and radiant smile hinder me from beginning again,
because the thought of something better than us is a ridiculous idea.
Chances are that you’ve moved on and don’t think of me anymore,
as I sit here holding on to hope that you’ll knock on our door.
My head knows it won’t happen, yet my heart begs me to wait.
With memories to keep me company I’ll relish in what we used to be,
back before I was just an “I” and when you and me were a beautiful “we.”
Copyright © Kevin Presley | Year Posted 2011
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