Dawson Walter Smith Poems

It's a busy city,
Most people never pay no mind.
Don't expect to find any pity,
You don't know what you might find.
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To walk the petal of a rose,
on a coffin under a tombstone.
Would mean to have walked the halls of the otherside,
yet still here above ground.
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Where did the time go?
It's already now and it feels like yesterday was then.
But it all went so slow,
truth is though I probably couldn't tell you when.
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Love hath taken me,
Much farther then I had ever thought.
Way past that of fantasy,
To that which could be wrought.
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Winter will come and go,
Seasons don't last forever.
Whats left ever will eventually show,
What has survived the endeavor.
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We hath chose our course, not no additional. So this path we shall take, staying direct not subliminal.

Eternity is who we have come for, not temporary. Don't make a mistake, this isn't a contest to out speed the drake.
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Alas this many days it has been,
I have waited for someone to see clearly.
But it has been much a time since then,
My patience slowly grows more weary.
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So far have we yet come,
That in my lifetime.
The winds here in history,
May not even chime.
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Plaguing thoughts have found my mind,
Tormenting me away from the dream.
Breed within the loophole you would find,
Within the terrible pain of each scream.
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Falling into this hole,
When I can’t feel the pain.
The mark left on your soul,
Once life has been slain.
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