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Pat Tretina Poem
My Life is Stressed
Too much pain, remembrances of my past fears and young life.
I had to grow before I was swallowed.
Trapped in my own existence only to be released on paper through my pen
strokes.
I have so much, but have lost too much
Remembrances of tears fallen and prayers shed to God.
It hurts to remember but strengthens me not to forget.
My only escape was to close my eyes, but to never close my hope
and to always be optimistic.
It will stick with me until I die
but until then
I will live My Life is Stressed.
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I am selling my sole for material wishes
I see him but can’t get there
I know he’s there but don’t understand why
Like a glass ceiling to heaven
I try but not hard enough
One day he will fulfill my life and help me cope
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When I Think of You I want to cry
I know that You are still with me.
Helping me through out my journey called life.
Such a simple Man with such a huge impact on others.
It’s hard to envision a life without Your happy smile and loving heart.
I feel a part of me is lost.
A hurt that burns so deep it leaves invisible scars with in.
I am lost for words like a baby trying to speak.
I remember Your face like it was my own .
The hardest part is talking to you through this pen.
Your passing will fade but your memories are instilled forever.
I will keep the memories of us with me until I die.
I hope to see You someday.
My buddy I will forever miss
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The walls that once stood firm and tall
Now lay crumbled and broken.
The once still waters that ran deep
Now flow shallow and bare.
The happiness that use to bestow
Now clings to its very existence
The tremendous light in the sky
Now seems to be a dark cloud of pain
The bitterness runs deep
As if a knife cut right though it
The once half full glass
Seems to be a glass half empty
The hands that use to give and share
Now clutch to life their every possession
The once colorful actions of experiences
Are now still gray memories of grief
The incredible power of the waves
Are now still powerless barrels
The Light Is Now Dark
And The Day becomes Night.
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A paradise enclosed by four solid lines.
A place so free, you forget all the is wrong and bad.
A place few can experience.
A thirst that can not be quenched by water.
A burning desire that runs deep and never goes out.
A land where confidence rules all.
A place where you are as big as you make your self out to be.
A space where energy is created by the souls who occupy it.
A place of paradise.
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