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Tom Beer Poem
In the shadow of absence
Each day unfurls like a petal,
and with it, your absence deepens,
a familiar ache, woven into my bones.
The gifts I made, now shrouded in dust,
rest silently in my closet,
echoes of laughter and whispered dreams,
frozen in time.
Your name dances on my lips,
a melody trapped in a longing heart,
where love remains, steadfast and bold,
a flame that defies the dark.
Even the stars seem dimmer,
lost in the shadow of what was.
I walk through the corridors of memory,
each step a testament to what I’ve lost,
and I wonder—
if death could bind us closer,
would you hear my heart’s silent plea,
or would the distance grow,
an ocean I cannot cross?
As long as I breathe, I will carry you,
each heartbeat a promise,
woven into the fabric of my soul,
an everlasting love,
etched against the canvas of time,
melodie, my endless refrain.
Copyright © Tom Beer | Year Posted 2024
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Tom Beer Poem
Five days until freedom
In the stillness of the room,
shadows stretch like whispered dreams,
the clock ticks heavy on the wall,
each second a sigh,
each minute a memory.
Day one: I trace the dust
on forgotten books,
words once alive now silenced,
like voices lost in a crowd
that never came.
Day two: the window
cracks open to a world
that dances just beyond reach,
laughter echoing through bars
made of longing and sorrow.
Day three: I fold my thoughts
into paper boats,
set them adrift in the silence,
watch them sink,
each wave a reminder of absence.
Day four: the heart learns to hold
its own weight,
as the walls whisper tales
of a land unseen,
of freedom just beyond the horizon.
Day five: I breathe the air
thick with unspoken hopes,
and feel the pulse of the earth,
each beat a promise,
each pause a question.
Until freedom comes,
I remain a shadow,
waiting for the dawn
to unveil the light,
and the echo of my name
to finally find its home.
By Jay Kirk
Age 15
Copyright © Tom Beer | Year Posted 2024
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