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Sipriss Bales Poem
Up on the hill, melancholy and forlorn,
I stand like a Ghost at my Grave,
Where you buried me.
You buried me deep beneath the soil,
Where your roots have touched my skin,
No regret was there, nor ever been.
At the lightest of light, the darkest of days,
I wish I wouldn't have stayed,
Because now I stand like a Ghost at my Grave.
You destroyed my purity,
You buried my guilt,
For I still haven't returned, to the moment I lived.
Disarrayed, yet uneasy,
I observe and remain like a ghost at my grave,
As my soul, in awe, gets taken away.
Copyright © Sipriss Bales | Year Posted 2025
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Sipriss Bales Poem
I've been listening to your eyes
With all your worries and hurt
Of when you tried to hide
From where you got burnt.
You're all full of sadness
With tenderly skin
Tears on your canvas
They are the tears from within.
I've been listening to your heart
Til the time it stops beating
Even when we are apart
I can still feel you bleeding.
I see right through you
Like glass on a frame
You don't know what to do
So you feel all the shame.
I've been listening to your soul
With words you can't express
It's something you can't control
But its progress.
I listen to you, in every shape and form
It might leave a bruise but don't let it scar
For this far in the storm
This is only the start.
Copyright © Sipriss Bales | Year Posted 2025
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Sipriss Bales Poem
I was talking to my mom,
I don't visit her often
as time got away from me.
"I'm growing up now"
I said with a smile,
But then we both sat in silence
As her grave grew empty.
Copyright © Sipriss Bales | Year Posted 2025
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