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Cynthia Williams Poem
I hate being bitter
its as if the whole world is getting bitter
i feel like a soul killer
and a help seeker
the whole world is crap
the people are nothing but traps
i feel the need to collapse
should i run or adapt
help me lord i want to smile
oh God i dont want to be vile
help me to see the world as not rile
i beg for a smile. :D
Copyright © Cynthia Williams | Year Posted 2013
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Cynthia Williams Poem
The night has come
And gone away is our sun
The time of making hay is no more
We sleep waiting for tomorrow morn
But what if we don't wake to see the sun
Will our night praise the morn
Or the time the sun did come
Or cry,wail and moan
And beg father nature
To give us a chance to see another morn.
Copyright © Cynthia Williams | Year Posted 2012
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Cynthia Williams Poem
Day was night
night was dark
the moon was bloody
the sun was flammy
agony was in vogue
tears the new order
flesh was meat
blood as drink
praying to death
death with deaf ears
feeling alone
alone in the evil world
on my knees i fall
praying to hear my call
a serpent bit
opening my eyes
it was a mothers pinch
i screamed
leaping for excitement
seeing color
this dieing world
has a little more
air to spear
it was nothing but a dream.
Copyright © Cynthia Williams | Year Posted 2013
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Cynthia Williams Poem
I hate being bitter
its as if the whole world is getting bitter
i feel like a soul killer
and a help seeker
the whole world is crap
the people are nothing but traps
i feel the need to collapse
should i run or adapt
help me lord i want to smile
oh God i dont want to be vile
help me to see the world as not rile
i beg for a smile. :D
Copyright © Cynthia Williams | Year Posted 2013
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Cynthia Williams Poem
A step I take,
Another I make.
Looking around,
I, alone in my bound,
Then looking at my distance
And thinking about resistance
But no, on I go
In my journey to my destination,
All I see is distractions
The more they come,
The longer my journey turns
I could avoid,
But couldn’t prevent
So I moved along
With a meek pretense
Then I stumble,
Refusing to crumble
I continued with my struggle
And finally,
There I got
Standing on my exact spot
And looking at what I have done
I start to tear up.
All I did
Was to pave the way
And seeing others on the same trail
Made me understand
That I have completed
The journey of life.
BY: CYNTHIA WILIAMS
Copyright © Cynthia Williams | Year Posted 2012
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