Brad Purvis Poems

I felt your touch up against me
the feelings of what he did
burn within me
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The heart that is broken, weeps the tears of horror
from the sight of what it saw, wished it didn't.
To mend itself requires what it lost, but to find a new
dwells in the pressence of something i cannot find.
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I lay on the cold floor, feeling nothing new
A normal embrace of nothingness overcomes me
A frightful thought comes to mind
Im not on the floor
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...I see it flow from my chest...Finaly relising what you
have done... Nothing but a hole left...
Can't you see now? Nothing left...
Only the trail of blood to follow...to my grave...
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Drop drop, the tears fall, crashing to the ground.
Drip drip, the sound echos, only me around.
Drop drop, they're flowing down, together I am bound.
Drip drip, forever hear this sound....around....me?
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Up against the wall, little by little it begins to fall,
it never does, it just stands there, mocking me, standing tall.
I wish for it to fall, to stop the torment and end it all,
it never does, it just stands there, standing tall.
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Every day, every morning,
i wake to a beating heart of which it slows,
bleeding from the emptyness it now feels,
suffering from the grip of exhaustion, depression and lonlyness.
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My grip lossens, slipping away, i fall, fall to the ground,
in which i stay. No more it seems, i can only lay here,
withering away to the sound of their voice, i cry anyway.
Tear after tear, it just continues, never ending,
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Tears and time, overlaping, intwine
unavoidable this crime
seeing drops of sorrow from this hyme
lies and crys
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