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Rich Lewis Poem
Rising heat, internal fire, watching you not notice my eternal desire.
Face flushed, internal fire, your world still turns as I'm stuck in the mire.
Burned out from this internal fire, how do you not see me? or are you a liar?
Now you've noticed my internal fire, why resist my pedestal, alter, pyre.
Time running out on this internal fire, now you've called me out on my unsolicited desire.
Dampened ashes in place of my fire. Subdued, extinguished, crushed and expired.
Adrenalin buzz no longer required, now you've seen through my internal fire.
Copyright © Rich Lewis | Year Posted 2024
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Rich Lewis Poem
Mother tongue held in such high regard, not only words, tone is known.
Beating chests signal the end, well maybe in the mind of the ignorant.
Broken glass, and sweeping rubble make for the coldest of soundtracks to the nightly news.
Failing to heal without the bandage of community, fractured are the few.
Discontent and disavowed makes for passing headlines, while we continue to pull together to heal like ointment on a grazed knee, of a child fallen from a tree, or the swollen flesh of a arm got by an ant, wasp or bee.
Talking, listening isn't all that we need?
Copyright © Rich Lewis | Year Posted 2024
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Rich Lewis Poem
Sun on the ground, warm on the bottom.
Heat from the bricks.
In that moment troubles forgotten.
Winter rain brings misery, soaked to the bone.
nothing dries, you still cry.
Never felt so alone.
Stranger propositions make you feel as worthless as can be.
Sins a plenty offered.
Can anything be sold for a fee?
The kindness of strangers is not always what it seems.
A price never expected to pay.
but you say you're living the dream.
Let me be your helping hand, clarity and scope.
The signpost and navigator.
The warm embrace of hope.
Copyright © Rich Lewis | Year Posted 2024
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