Christine Lockehart Poems

It's not what is
It's what was

Collapsed memories lost among the ash
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A neverending void of darkness
Pure black

I am lost
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Too many bridges to burn,
These cold, rusted shackles hold me back,
The numerous memories eating at my attempts of freedom.
From the depths of my mind,
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All alone.
Or am I?
I sense his presence
Watching through the corners of my eyes
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Little dreamer
So young and naive
For the World is not as you've been taught to percieve
No buttercups, sugar plums, rainbows, or glee
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Built up over time
Merely to be broken down by you

I once stood tall
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If I could run a thousand miles
Or swim across the sea
You know I'd do it just for you
To see the real me
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There he sits
All alone
Absorbed by his troubles
Hiding in a world of his own
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Around and around
Here I go again
Repeating my mistakes
Will I never learn?
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Wherever I am
Wherever you are
Know that I'm thinking of you
Even when you doubt
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