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Terry Cunningham Poem
In the distance, close behind me;
I feel the weight of the beast.
Coming down, coming down on;
Coming down on me..
( No more breath, no more hate,
And no more days..
No more air, no more anger
Just my last mistake...)
My heart weighs heavy as I'm
Drowning;
Can't seem to find my way
One directional sinning
Has left me me stuck in this place..
I see the years that I've wasted
I smell the burning of my skin
All the anger that I carry
Has weighed me down once again.
(Chorus)
A little further as I'm thinking
Feels like miles to me;
Like being born again in the middle of
An already damned
eternity.
No more breath, no more hate
No more wait.
No more mornings to continue
No more life to escape.
No more hope to hold onto
No more reason to delay
No more air, no more anger
No more days...
Copyright © Terry Cunningham | Year Posted 2025
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As I walk each day through fire,
The burning bridges in my wake;
I set aside the loneliness,
And take what I can take...
There's no more easy answers,
Many questions burn the page;
The despair of all my broken,
Leaves me wandering through this maze...
Another day, my mind it aches.
My soul now draped By the bitterest of cold,
The memories stay frozen;
With all my life's, many mistakes...
As I walk each day through fire,
The more bridges I take;
, As now I stay consumed,
By the loneliness that now gives me,
All that I hate...
Copyright © Terry Cunningham | Year Posted 2025
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Terry Cunningham Poem
I've always taken notice,, during our separated times;
Immediately moving on,
Never even stopping to take a look behind.
So now it's finally over, and memories begin to fade;
Leaving only behind, the ones where you treated me
So very, very unkind...
God's karma for my youth, God's reminder for my future;
Love is truly blind when you choose not to see...
My heart broken and depleted self esteem,
My mind still distorted even as I write this,
On a poems empty screen...
The 20/20 vision I never have until the end
Shows me all the darkness, even as we first began...
Any beauty that was once there, was unseen in all the dark;
Like a peaceful evening rain as day turn's into dark;
Or the familiar unseen sound of, a friendly dogs bark,
. We know that somewhere above us is a
RAINBOW IN THE DARK...
Copyright © Terry Cunningham | Year Posted 2025
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There's no more turning back,
There's no time left to heal;
There's no more warming sun,
There's no more life
to steal...
Copyright © Terry Cunningham | Year Posted 2025
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Terry Cunningham Poem
I was paralyzed in thought,
and standing all alone;
Surrounded by darkness,
everything was gone...
With barely a glimpse, from the corner of my eye;
I was travelling so fast as I passed myself by.
I was moving at high speed, as if,
somehow out of time.
Thinking to myself, looking back into the distance;
Could I have been resting,
or was there something on my mind;
Maybe, I was just Reflecting,
on some Moments from past times...
A Momentary Reflection,
I thought as I laughed;
Reflections of mistakes, so many in my past;
Or maybe the future, and thoughts of my death.
There's no point in thinking that anything can change;
I passed myself there and found myself here;
Crossroads unmarked, destination unphased,
Trembling,
like a lost dog, covered in mange...
A strength unfound, a desire to disappear;
A Momentary Reflection,
of how I found my way here.
As I watch myself in quiet,
with no desire to stop;
In slow motion I fall,
from a single gunshot...
A Momentary Reflection,
of where I stood at the start;
Maybe if I had slowed, or come to a stop,
this Moment I have witnessed,
the confusion and doubt;
Just maybe, somehow;
I could have found a way out...
Copyright © Terry Cunningham | Year Posted 2025
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Terry Cunningham Poem
My shadow still lingers closely,
Though only from behind. There's no more leading shadow,
All that's left, is die...
As I lead our way through,
the turbulent times ahead;
My shadow hides behind me,
until It knows that I am
Dead...
As I look upon these stones,
scattered across this land,
Most of which I knew and even held their hand..
Without the sight to see, deep within each tomb,
I know now that what's left,
is just coffins full of bones...
One potato, two potato, three potato four;
I'm almost prepared, to walk through that final door...
Five potato. six potato, seven potato
No more...
Copyright © Terry Cunningham | Year Posted 2025
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Terry Cunningham Poem
As I sit here, all alone
And as I'm wondering if, I'll even eat at all;
As I'm taking my first step towards;
Another long day, with very little reward.
Can't God just please, leave me here as a stone;
As I'm so broken, need to do this alone...
"As I'm sick and tired, of all of them,
Still I can't find another way in.
GOT MY DEMONS, GOT MY PRIDE,
But I think I'm stuck here, till the day I die"...
Can't find mercy, but I sure find sin;
As I'm deciding if, it's a life I still want to be in ...
And as I'm writing bout, suicide;
Still not writing bout, exactly when...
One more Sunday, just to see,
I've tried so hard to, just believe...
As I'm sick and tired, of all of them,
Yet I still can't find, another way in...
GOT MY DEMONS, GOT MY PRIDE,
and now I know I'm stuck here, till the day I die.
GOT MY DEMONS, STILL GOT SOME PRIDE...
Copyright © Terry Cunningham | Year Posted 2025
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As my body shakes violently,
In the midst of sound sleep;
Naked and alone
Lying on the cold concrete...
This reality of my nightmare,
I DREAM...
Copyright © Terry Cunningham | Year Posted 2025
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As this life now quickly drifts away,
I'm unable to look around and say,
Look at all the difference I've made...
Sewn is the carnage I now reep today..
The fields I'm forced to work, like a nineteenth century slave;
With only my two bare hands
under a sun of a southern summer day...
My sweat pouring down like a thunderstorm drops it's rain;
As every new day leaves, more and more pain.
Captured are all the moments that created this disarray...
Ignored was the spiraling, from all your mindless yesterday's ;
That now lies before you, like a body in full decay...
Copyright © Terry Cunningham | Year Posted 2025
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