Annie Clarke Poems

A tear
A symbol of sorrow
A dropp of doubt
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I don’t really get it
I don’t see the point
Why Bother anymore
Where are the laughs
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A blade a scream
A fiery breath
Longing held beneath
Unreachable to all whom are
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Pure, sweet the gentlest breathe
Longing beyond chance
And all the while
A simple smile could brighten up the day
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Upon a vast faraway hill
where a single tree lies
a giant beast grew around
and sang and a dreadful song
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It stood motionless in the deathly breeze
Tall and proud it stood
Amongst fields of sweeping silence
The colour of its many arms
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I feel a stolen bliss
A cold chill
A silent hope
A whispered chance
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An abstract colour
Twinkling in the mist
An ultimate bliss
Almighty love
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I sit here
I sit here and cry
I sit here and wait for you id don't know why
Because I know my dinner is never coming
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When you wait so long
And in the end
Nothing really comes
And you sit and wonder
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