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J. Grey Poem
I am the fire
behold the pyr
My blood burns red-
Forgive my transgressions
and my attention
Slowly becoming dead
I thought I could with stand
the cold in your hand
Little did I see
you were burning me
It hurt and I flattered
the cold shouldn't
have mattered
Sweet pain of release
My fire slowly dying
yet I am un-crying
I am weak
slowly
so slowly
being diminished
And then you're gone
like the season
i am the fire
watch the pyr
die and slowly fade
Copyright © J. Grey | Year Posted 2016
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J. Grey Poem
Black and cold, the breeze it blows
I will drag you down
Oh sigh and cry, the days pass by
Wearing nothing but a frown
And. Oh how slow you fall again
Bending to their will
Yet oh how sad a wolf among men
Shall die to get her fill
Laughter rings loud like bells
Muffled by their sobs
Drinking up the anger how
She is defeated by her job
QUIET
... please be quiet..
The voices how they sing
Up on the stage to gain their praise
Listen to the ring
The ring of the quiet torture
Going on inside her mind
Maybe something is really wrong
Something she tires to hide
But the darkness comes once again
To offer her the deal
"I'll take away the pain, but you will no longer feel."
And as always, solely she nods
Lifting up her wrists
On go the shackles of her rage
To control her faithless fits
"As long as I don't feel,"
She sobs
"I don't need the pain."
"As long as I can keep who I am."
But who is you, in a name?
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J. Grey Poem
Looking back I remember her fondly
Her wide eyes filled with a sort of
Curious innocence that is rarely found
Looking back her joy was crystal clear
Each moment of light that erupted
From her and filled the room was
One I can't forget
I recall her smile that was always so big.
With each kind word or embrace,
It would blossom almost immediately.
But then, I wish I could forget her pain.
The sorrow in her eyes that ripped my
Heart from my chest.
Each wailing sob that pierced my ears
And pulled me down into her world.
What happened to her wide eyes?
Why are they so broken now? Each
Blink revealing a crack.
I ask you, who hurt my little girl?
The questions run through my mind.
You know sometimes I hear her crying in
The back of my head, wailing in pain and
Begging to die..
Then I look back, back to the time I was her.
And I remember the joy and wonder.
Soon after that the cracks stop bothering me,
Because I'm still that little girl, I'm still me.
Copyright © J. Grey | Year Posted 2016
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