Christopher Powers Poems

My heart aches from an Attack
of loneliness
brought forth by a pain giving water
water I drank willingly in hopes it would quench my thirst
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Here my sword hath fallen,
upon the bloody ground.
Cold comes upon my skin,
my heart begins to pound.
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beneath the Day
beneath the Eyes
beneath the Air
beneath the Times
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Take me out in morning dew,
as sky cover it's self in purple hue.
So I may see the sun rise above the trees
and bathe my self in autumn leaves.
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