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Mary Yaws Poem
I walk in the house you made a home.
Now, it's only a house again.
I try to picture you there, but
it's only a dream within me.
What laughter there was
died years ago,
when God closed your eyes
and took your soul.
Deep inside
I know you're free,
but pity takes over.
You've left me.
How do I get passed
the void you've left ?
When in my heart
your memories are kept.
How do I move on
without leaving you behind?
How do I keep you in my heart
and not constantly on my mind?
When does the darkness go into the light?
When will the grass be green and
the sun be bright?
When will I look at your pictures
and just smile at what we had,
instead of crying
for the loss of my dad?
Will this grieving stop
someday soon?
Perhaps, if there's really
a man in the moon
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The beauty of nothing
Is what I see.
If people opened their eyes
They would not see me.
There maybe less space
When I am around,
But I am not seen.
I cannot be found.
I am not worth
My weight in gold.
I am not worthy
For someone to hold.
I do not wish
For another day.
I do not dream.
I no longer pray.
I do not understand
Why I'm still here.
I do not understand
Pain and tears.
Explain to me why
The good are to die.
The bad left behind
To continue their lies.
Where is this light
I hear about?
I'm lost to the darkness
With no way out.
I think of death
And what it might be.
To end this nothingness
Which is me.
The answers continue
To be hidden from me.
For today, tomorrow.
Perhaps, eternity.
You cannot give love
Then laugh at me.
For I am lost to the darkness
And noone sees.
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the soul
of the child
is forever scarred
with hurts
from years ago.
The soul
of this child
knows not what
inner peace
feels like.
The soul
of a hurt child
wants the love
of a mother
who is only
a dream
in her heart.
The soul
of any child
deserves nothing less
than a lifetime
of hugs.
The soul
of the child
I once was
would rather
close her eyes
forever
than continue
waiting for
someone to be
my mother.
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Mary Yaws Poem
The beauty of nothing
Is what I see
If people opened their eyes
They would not see me.
There maybe less space
When I am around
But I am not seen
I cannot be found.
I am not worth
My weight in gold
I am not worthy
For someone to hold.
I do not wish
For another day
I do not dream
I no longer pray.
I do not understand
Why I'm still here
I do not understand
Pain and tears.
Explain to me why
The good are to die
The bad left behind
To continue their lies.
Where is this light
I hear about
I'm lost in the darkness
With no way out.
I think of death
And what it might be
To end this nothingness
Which is me.
The answers continue
To be hidden from me
For today, tomorrow
Perhaps, eternity.
You cannot give love
Then laugh at me
For I am lost to the darkness
And no one sees.
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Have you seen
A child smile?
The answer is no
Not for a while.
Have you played
With a child today?
The answer is no
Not since their innocence was taken away.
Can you see
The children grow?
The answer is no
There are no children at home.
Can you feel
The children love?
The answer is no
They lie beneath small graves just dug.
Can you hear
The children cry?
The answer is no
For the children have died.
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do you hear me
when I cry out
in the middle of the night?
do you hear me
when I grieve for
a brilliant light gone out?
do you feel me
when I long for your love
though your heart has gone still?
do you see me
kneeling by your grave
unable to pray?
do you still believe in me
where ever you've gone
and I'm here alone?
do you see me
gasping for breathe
since the moment you left?
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the child I used to be
is, nothing like me
now.
happiness disappeared
somewhere 'round my eleventh year.
this mask of despair to replace.
a sadness always upon my face.
my heart, it yearns for so much more.
for love to let me in the door.
but deserving, I've not been,
for love has never let me in.
I've lost hope, lost my way.
will my road come to end this day?
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Closed doors.
Unspoken words.
Quiet cries.
Silent birds.
Years pass.
Memories hide.
Truths unknown.
Voices die.
Try to speak.
The words aren't there.
Was there love?
Did anyone care?
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Missing you
Yet, anger-ridden.
You walked away
No second look given.
Missing you
Wonderin' why
Cause you walked away
You left my life.
Missing you
My life shattered.
When
Did I cease to matter?
Missing you
No hope to grasp.
Peace could come
If this breathe were my last.
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my hero
had crippled hands.
he was
a small man.
my hero
could not hear.
he was
my brother, so dear.
people laughed
and pointed at my hero.
" look at that monster",
"see that weirdo?"
i turned my back
and was so ashamed
for that "monster" they teased
had a name.
his name was Billy.
he was my brother.
i was only six,
but that doesn't matter.
until then,
i had never seen
through the eyes of ugly,
the eyes of mean.
those eyes were mine for that
brief moment in time.
the pain of that day was Billy's,
not mine.
i deserved
the regret
that i feel to this day.
my brother needed me and i turned away.
i never again
thought less of him.
he was my equal.
he was my friend.
years later,
with his crippled hand in mine,
i watched him take his last breathe.
i could not speak, i only wept.
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