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Best Poems Written by Marc Os

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I Can'T Sleep

I can’t sleep. 
A poem by him. 

The days go by like the wind. 
Though the wind never passes. 
Wind is a cycle, one that can only be broken by our insolence. 
I can’t sleep. 
Not when the evil of I looks back to me in the mirror. 
Why can’t I see a person? 
I can only see roaches and rats feasting on this dying planet. 
Not even I can see the man in the mirror. 
I can only see a raging fire.

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The Repentance That Never Comes

The repentance that never comes. 
A poem by him. 

I can only enjoy the rain. 
Rain drowns the silence. 
I’m afraid of the silence. 
The silence is when they come. 
They’re after my actions and inactions. 
But I think they hide, and they can only move in fear.
Hide in the drowned silence. 
Hide in a crowd formed by their pathetic presences like prey. 
Hide in the idea of judgment, fate, and justice.
The rain doesn’t come, not when I hunt them.  
And when they hope that I die in a fire.

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Evil Prevails

Evil Prevails. 
A poem by Kim. 

They still lie in the corner of my room. 
Stalking in darkness, shrouding themselves in hate. 
We all love hate. 
Until it gnaws back at us. 
We can never kill evil. 
Though is that really a reason to die? 
My blood still shimmers in me. 
My breath still hovers in the air. 
I can still see the light, even when engulfed in the darkness of a rat so malignant. 
Before I’ve always felt malice grasp me. 
Still it grasps me now. 
But it cannot kill me now.

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The Raging Fire

The raging fire. 
A poem by him. 

I am the raging fire. 
Smiting the innocent and purging the oxygen. 
Churning out the black of waste that we have all become. 
Progress is not what comes anymore. 
If we needed progress, it would not kill us. 
If progress was positive I wouldn’t be here. 
I wouldn’t be burning. 
I wouldn’t be drowning in their so-called justice. 
True progress and justice wouldn’t let me burn here. 
Neither would it let her suffocate in the dirt and swallow the darkness of the tunnels.