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Stained Glass

Ticking clock, buzzing insects.
Gazed up, shuffled decks.
Swirl of emotions, someone in mind.
Unspoken words, actions in bind.
Unrealized truth, betrayed dreams.
Infinite loop, so it seem.
Sleepless nights, doubtful mornings.
Wandering around, helpless beginnings.
Restless mind, worn out body.
Leaving everything behind, start all over again.

Copyright © Marc Buisa | Year Posted 2019



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One Shot

Both truth and lies.
Resides in darkest white.
Stays in solitude.
In need of none.

Until someone came in.
Changed the very core.
Shaded with dazzling colors.
The someone became everything.

Lived happiness with sorrow.
Shed tears with joy and pain.
Lived with it.
Settled with it.

Broke a promise.
Reflected with guilt.
Took all the blame.
In agony of apologizing

Now in the edge.
Felt empty inside.
Scared of losing someone.
Still hoping.

Copyright © Marc Buisa | Year Posted 2019

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White Room

In the vast white room.
Inside, a hundred chairs around.
Each one with a different color.
Color symbolizing different life. 

In the white room, is just strange. 
Despite the fun it seems that there is something different. 
In cheerful colors, seemed wrapped in grief sorrow.
Unexplained anyone else.

White room with a hundred-chair. 
Although this contained sadness or joy. 
Or, whatever mysteries contained herein. 
The doors will remain open.

Copyright © Marc Buisa | Year Posted 2019

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Re:Assemble

Shattered pieces into the void.
Casts, grasps, reaches out onto nothing.
Bitter truths, sweet lies, foolishness so it seems.
One or two things may change or may not.
Far it may be, but there is no stopping.
Yes, it is slow. 
Still grathering, still progressing.
One by one.
Waiting patiently, for the time to come.
Wanting to be whole again.
In this void.
A speck of light is the only hope.

Copyright © Marc Buisa | Year Posted 2019


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