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Macaiah Gross Poem
From that day to the next week, snow, rain and sleet -no sun.
Everything surrounding us is black,
Precious presents become precious past
Blurred cloudy water filling our vision
All together we grip, holding tight to memories taken,
Memories that have become dreams at night and haunt are days.
Were you ever here, my friend?
We whisper what could have been.
Copyright © Macaiah Gross | Year Posted 2014
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Macaiah Gross Poem
Caught grips with reality
Yet it left me, my sanity
Blood sweating energy, I tried to prove it to you
Crazy you are, when they say it ain’t true.
Allowed my imagination
Run with fearful fascinations.
Nails deep, I griped harder, each time you’d pull
Wanting to convince that I’m losing you.
A deep in guts itch I just couldn’t scratch
Suppressed my know in knowing so you wouldn’t detach.
Attempting to save what was already gone
Countin’ out memories while you’ve moved on.
Embracing my worst fears, yes now all could see!
Yet still called senseless, simple minded as could be.
Well how else did they expect a crazy to react?
I came for you and her full blows and attack.
Who’s the fool?
Once the truth comes through
(Sit in cell)
I’m facing the consequences
For now all believe once I manifested my conscious.
Copyright © Macaiah Gross | Year Posted 2016
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