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Sryan Bruen Poem
Rising up from slumbers ready to tolerate life's dilemmas
Recalling back when I was just a kid, I was fearless
Hiking through the snow on glacial pavements
Participating with other youth and the childhood amazement
Watching the sky powder all Winter long over us
People with the flu and others saying what's the fuss
Skiing along the snow on frosty concrete
Feeling jovial and declare that life is complete
These days we don't see any winter wonderlands
Strolled on the beach, noticing the icy sands
Once I was ten years old lying in the snow
Throwing slush at a crowd putting on a show
We can all dream to have a time like this again
Pray to god saying a prayer, Amen
I felt once I was in an undiscovered place called Paradise
But now all we suffer is prevailing ice
Copyright © Sryan Bruen | Year Posted 2016
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Sryan Bruen Poem
Happiness is a treasure, to me these days
Every day passing by, is worthless since that August
Life is callous, like a stormy day
Suicidal thoughts were blank, when it was all flawless
Many promises and my heart, have been shattered
Malicious mankind, in such a big world
Been through disasters, like walking under a ladder
But this time, it's way much worse
Tears are words, the heart can't say
I get lost, inside my mind
But sometimes, you gotta pretend everything is okay
Even though there is no good in goodbye
Copyright © Sryan Bruen | Year Posted 2016
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Sryan Bruen Poem
I was once a full-on novice surfing the waves,
Seas were rough and choppy here and there.
I could not bear the challenges I was going to face,
But you were by my side guiding me when and where.
The ocean was as sunless as bituminous coal,
Nature swore to prevent me from reaching my goal.
Bleary eyed from watching out all night up on deck,
Fighting against the tide of future, perplexed.
My compass, you were more than a circle of arrows,
You not only helped me sail through dark storms,
You were there when I needed you most,
Crossing the many irregular turns.
I am much obliged for all the guidance through the years.
My compass, my dear friend, farewell to you.
Copyright © Sryan Bruen | Year Posted 2019
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