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Read Poems by Mister Opposite

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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it

Copyright © Mister Opposite | Year Posted 2013

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  1. Date: 2/23/2016 8:47:00 PM

    Mister, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing, hope to see a new one from you again. LOVE LINDA
  1. Date: 1/1/2016 1:19:00 PM

    MISTER, pleasure to read :) HAVE YOURSELF A HAPPY January 1st. ...... SKAT

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