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Zachary Morrow Poem
It seems that I...have found myself,
So lost...so sad...so afraid,
Too scared to try and start again,
Lest I repeat the mistakes I've made.
I dread the thought of waking up,
With no direction or hope inside,
I've not the courage...nor the strength,
And nobody in which to confide.
If only I...could have been,
A better husband and Dad,
Now I merely take up space,
Lamenting the life I had.
I blame no one...I wish I could,
I felt no impending doom,
I simply lost...my family to,
A screen name in a chat room.
I can only guess...she wanted to hear,
Dreams of a better life,
May I take this time...to apologize,
To my wonderful son and wife.
Copyright © Zachary Morrow | Year Posted 2012
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Zachary Morrow Poem
Who are you? this bringer of misery,
What nerve you have to invade my life!
Who told you to come?...not I!
Did someone send you to infect me?
You're not wanted here...yet you persist,
You have me at your mercy,
And you revel in that, don't you?
You fester and grow and consume me more,
Will you not let me alone?
You tear at my heart, my mind, my soul,
Were you created to be my torturer?
Or do you hide a secret agenda?
I'm disgusted by the hold you have on me!
For I seem unable to resist you,
Each day...only to covet your grasp,
Not unlike a lover's embrace,
Yet, you are no lover nor friend be!
Will you not disclose your face?
I have a clue...but I just can't look,
Because I'm afraid that you...are me.
Copyright © Zachary Morrow | Year Posted 2012
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Zachary Morrow Poem
What if I were to tell you, that I'm tired and broken,
In my heart...my mind...my soul,
And yet...I can fix anything alone.
So...all I can do is cry.
Scarred from personal trials and tribulations,
But mostly...from the state of the world.
And yet...I can fix nothing alone.
So...all I can do is cry.
The pain of knowing that the flora, fauna and animals,
Which are treated with such indifference and cruelty,
And yet...I can fix nothing alone.
So...all I can do is cry.
I see the treatment of the underprivaledged and starving peoples of the world,
Who only get help when it suits a country or an organizations adgenda,
And yet...I can fix nothing alone.
So...all I can do is cry.
With every new story or news event I hear,
Which pushes my faith in man further away,
And yet...I can fix nothing alone.
So...all I can do is cry.
When I hear of the good people...who tried to make a difference,
Murdered...silenced...given no respect, just because they want peace for the world and for the health of the planet,
And yet...I can fix nothing alone.
So...all I can do is cry.
The religions who preach peace and love for your fellow man...be it friend or enemy,
Reduced to hollow words, that make them feel justified...for the actions they take,
And yet...I can fix nothing alone.
So...all I can do is cry.
I know I'm not the only one broken, in their heart, in their mind and in their soul,
Each of us...tearful with the unheard music of hope, reason and empathy,
Yet...I think if we all globally stood up and said why we are broken, then maybe...just maybe, we could fix something.
So...all I can do is smile at the thought of it.
Copyright © Zachary Morrow | Year Posted 2012
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