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Writing on the Wall

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All of the dark memories on the wall
Tell of a story long past, she cannot.
She has seen the pieces and watched them fall,
She’s jealous of those able, who forgot.
Want for tokens unwanted, expired.
Seeking ways to leave the past to the past,
This mausoleum she would retire,
Were these memories from her mind not cast.
She sees the hand, on the wall is writing,
Taken as inevitable and bad.
With these thoughts she is constantly fighting,
She lost. Her life eternal isn’t sad.
Were I to disagree, some would concur,
Though who’s to say the writing was for her?

Words Are Words

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When words are words, that’s all they were,
Who tells you what to infer?
Looking beyond them, in too deep.
A nonexistent secret do they keep?
Something unsaid bothers you.
That same something bothers me too,
You dislike something I never said,
I dislike you won’t let it out of your head.
Just let it go, I didn’t mean it.
These words are words. Why can’t you see it?
But these words remain words, and that’s just it.
I’m too old to throw a fit.
So I’ll avoid this one that you don’t like,
So we don’t end up in another fight.

No More

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He was in the moment, and the moment is gone.
There in a place he doesn’t belong.
So much fighting outside rages,
But not yet set in histories pages.
The choice is his and his alone,
Will he watch quietly from his throne?
Or stand and act to save his land,
His home falls no more!  It stands!
This choice made him who he is now,
Here with sober mind and furrowed brow,
Regret is now longer required,
He forgets why, but these days have expired.
Now stepping forward with a new found hope,
He’ll see home again, with the wait he can cope.

Everyday Slough

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One so tired with one beside,
And waiting for the sleep betide.
The end of this long path draws near.
And he, with nothing left to fear,
Leaves behind this day so long,
Returning to the place that he belongs.
Carrying this burden, all this weight,
Inconvenient but necessary. There is no debate.
Having been so long below,
He trudges through that dark slough,
Once on the other side to rest and stay,
He readies himself to fight another day.