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Laura Hurst Poem
A little quiet hill
Sitting very still
With a modest pride
Slanted curve aside.
Every tree's tappered stems
Adorned starry diadems
Glistening dew of morn
The dawn of a day born.
Sweetly they slept
While then there wept
The fallen leaves
To which silence heaves.
The crystal air to skim
The rough edges within
And the leafy shelves
Refresh themselves.
Round the rocky bends
The soft morning winds
Through blades of grass
And time's shadow to pass
Against endless streams
Of sunny beams.
How they wrestle
And ever nestled
O're the pebbly sand
Across the majestic land
Copyright © Laura Hurst | Year Posted 2015
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Laura Hurst Poem
Life choices have left me struggling and alone,
Always searching for a place to call home.
Resentful of others who have what I don't
Under depression's spell, I was more like a drone,
Apprehensively surviving in my world unknown.
Losing my loved ones in various ways
Empty inside, just sleeping for days.
Exhausted by sadness, tears won't go away.
Hopelessly lost on this road filled with strife
Unwilling to listen or take anyone's advise
Reality comes back and slapped me twice
Selfishness can do things that aren't too nice.
Too many bad choices with a really high price.
Copyright © Laura Hurst | Year Posted 2015
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I'll sit and fill this empty page
with words of loneliness and rage.
These words are all just pieces of me.
Things of me which you refuse to see,
pieces of me that were meant to be
given to thee as tokens of the love that used to be
Why are they so effortlessly
tossed aside like useless scraps of debris?
Listen to me,
please hear my plea,
I beg you pain,
please let me be.
Copyright © Laura Hurst | Year Posted 2015
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