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Scott Peterson Poem
My mood seems of late like
swirling leaves on the ground,
caught up in occasional updraft,
if only for a few feet,
then fall back to ground.
Leaves are expressionless,
hiding their true feelings and thoughts,
swirling wherever gusts take them,
and crunch under foot.
Copyright © Scott Peterson | Year Posted 2013
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Scott Peterson Poem
Tightness at my core
Pangs won't depart
Each breath is my last
Doomed from the start
At bottom now
I look around
There is no help
To be found
Darkness my comfort
Despair my new friend
I know
He'll be there until the end
Self to blame
No cry or tear will abate
No solace exists
Dreadful eternal state
Thoughts are cloudy
What choice remains
Nothing will heal
Permanent stains
Copyright © Scott Peterson | Year Posted 2013
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