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Matt Cross Poem
Awakening from slumber it thrashes around,
that which was once, now completely unbound
It shouts at earth with an unsettled mind,
it bashes and smashes destruction entwined
The might of the wind, the cold and the rain,
together they tether to the roamless terrain
The wind that it calls brings a tear to the sky,
not the smartest of wings refuses to fly
A defeating gasp, it's point is not made
a fury above, a beast enslaved
Twirling and twisting young parentless leafs,
the darkness now blankets the fallen trees
It's voice just a whisper as it falls to it's knees,
the rain trickles through the sullen breeze
It's anger now spent as it tries to sleep
calm yet unresting, over the shadowy deep
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Copyright © Matt Cross | Year Posted 2014
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Matt Cross Poem
They let the words seep through to your gentle heart,
Everyday like seconds and minutes apart.
Wandering through darkness with low self esteem,
until you found a river flowing with a poisoned dream.
A faceless man stood extending his hand,
the answer to a question no one can understand.
Together you walked down to the waters edge,
A few steps later consumed by the pledge.
Copyright © Matt Cross | Year Posted 2010
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