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Bernard Frey Poem
i cried, i pleaded.
to no avail.
The human in me
was not needed.
Copyright © Bernard Frey | Year Posted 2013
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Bernard Frey Poem
Thus be the end of us, me
every bickering into thought
(feuled by the emptiness in me)
to let promises be death caught.
"why", you ask. Million reasons.
Not one good enough.
All good enough (for me)
at the end
impossible to defend.
Enough to leave.
"Come," you said, "don't be a fool"
Knowlingly
I crawled back into your bed.
Copyright © Bernard Frey | Year Posted 2013
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Bernard Frey Poem
she was alway on her way
as if it was normal not to stay
for sale hating to be owned
her fragrance lingering
memories, not to be told
i watched her slip from my plight
tearing a hole into my heart
as her silence turned into flight
Copyright © Bernard Frey | Year Posted 2013
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Bernard Frey Poem
There were so many things.
All off them unsaid.
The room between us,
bare unforgiving,
the silence unbearable,
his rhymic breathing
a broken clock,
counting down the waiting
deep into the emptiness
of my prayers raging
through choices not made.
Me sitting by his bed
until he was dead.
There were so many things,
that remained unsaid.
Copyright © Bernard Frey | Year Posted 2013
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Bernard Frey Poem
Through the window, within
hoping to see you, instead
I saw the the universe, unsaid,
pulling at the tides, uncertian
ragged shorelines of my desires
ebbing millions of possibilities,
impossible, mocking me.
Their brightness light years away.
Copyright © Bernard Frey | Year Posted 2017
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