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Costa Owens Poem
When the river and the rolling stones come to say goodbye.
Tears beneath the wisdom refuse to die.
Happiness and sunshine are all but spent.
The days in the sun, the cold and wet.
The river flows the autumn grows the leaves start to die.
The smile leaves my face as the sun leaves the sky.
I look at the horizon, the darkness is due.
No sun in the sky just cold morning new.
The cold up on the withered heath, the wind is an icy breath.
The leaves fall to wreath, the darkness is left.
I look at the sky a mirror of my past.
The sun comes out but never seems to last.
I withered away my prospects, my future and my gold.
Drunk away my sorrows and the days of old.
I sleep every night on a sheet of thorns, I can never sleep.
I hope someday time will say it's time to go away.
Deep in the chasm lies eternal gold,
The sun shines bright where the day was once old
Down in the depths, days gone by
I know it is time for me to die
Death swoops down like a eagle on its prey
It picks me up and takes me on my way
I know it’s time for me to go
My life’s been lived and now it’s time to go away
When the river and the rolling stones come to say goodbye.
Tears beneath the wisdom refuse to die.
Happiness and sunshine are all but spent.
The days in the sun, the cold and wet.
Copyright © Costa Owens | Year Posted 2017
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Costa Owens Poem
I try every night to close my eyes
I lay awake for hours looking out my window
Staring at the stars.
Tonight I look out to the moonlit sky
The clouds walk in a distant array
Weeping as they go.
I think of you when I close my eyes
The pain is immense, it refrains my sleep
Laying down in a conscious dream.
I think of you all the I see the sun
I think of you when it is dark and wet
If only you were here.
I walk the corridors so lonely and cold
Oblivious to all, I think only of you
I wish you were beside me
I sit in class, gazing at you
I notice you in the largest of crowds
I feel like you don’t see me
I see you with other guys, wishing it was me
I looking into your eyes with intent and passion
I feel only a stone cold gaze in return
I ask myself why I try, I feel out of depth
I’m swimming in the middle of the cold sea
My last thought is of you
I look at you, your splendid beauty
I see us together and going strong
If only you gave me a chance
I walk the dark halls lonely and scared
I walk to school making conversation with myself
Imagining it was with you
I look out as the sunsets orange
Wishing I could hold you as we watch it reprieve
Talking until the light fades beyond the sky
I find only darkness in the lightest of days
I find no warmth in the sun anymore
I find no hope in a new day
I fight this battle alone, one that is tearing me apart
I am fighting my feelings and I cannot win
I begin to despair
I am lonely, I have no one here
No one understands, no one can hear
I am alone in this battle
My confidence I once had has deserted me
My pride and self worth is gone
I feel but a remnant of my once self
I walk the corridor alone, no light, no warmth
No help or support
I will find the door and leave this place
When? Only time shall tell.
Copyright © Costa Owens | Year Posted 2017
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I cannot seem to find my feet.
I cannot seem to make ends meet.
I cannot seem to find my stride.
Whenever I do it starts to hide.
I feel sorrow and I feel pain.
I feel lost and I feel lame.
I feel scared and I feel shame.
Oh, the dreams of having fame.
I see the clouds dancing free.
I see the trees swaying in unity.
I see the ocean rippling fast.
Then sun comes out, but never lasts.
I hear the crying in the night.
I hear the screams of sudden fright.
I hear the whispers of my past.
The sounds of echos seem to last.
I wish the past would leave me be.
I wish the past would let me sleep.
I wish the past would let me dance.
My mind must leave this horrid trance.
I know you’re there while I sleep.
I know you’re there in my dreams.
I know you’re lying next to me.
You must leave and let me be.
The past is hard to let go.
The future’s scary and unknown.
The past is safe and controlled.
You must take step and leave the old.
Copyright © Costa Owens | Year Posted 2017
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