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John Richards Poem
If I could think for a life time, where would I want to be?
To think to think, is all I ever do.
It pains me, more then it heels me.
The thoughts I have thought, the words witch I have spoke.
They all come back and haunt me.
In this room I lay, gives me fears of nightmares.
So where has my life gone, under this red dawn?
The burning of my back, still keeps me in tack.
So that one day, I can leave this pain behind and go see the King.
I will walk to his chair, and bow down unto he.
As for now, I ask him to him, to guide me on my path.
To a happier life, before I meet him in the sky.
With all who read, I pray for you a great blessing.
That maybe one day, you will see the same thing I have seen.
But for now, I’m off on a path that could kill.
Copyright © John Richards | Year Posted 2010
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John Richards Poem
On that day, I miss that day.
Because that day helped me see your pain.
Your hate, your anger, your sadness and also your love.
If only I could help, but my help you don’t want.
Because it brings you pain and memory of that day.
That very day I miss, the day you hate.
You have to remember that day?
Because that was the day!
The day you hate.
If you don’t want to remember
I’ll help you to remember
Because it was that day you spit on me.
Copyright © John Richards | Year Posted 2010
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