Don Sizemore

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As if the moon could hear
The narrator tugs upon it's ear
Pours out his soul with salty tear
Stretches his arms to pull it near
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Deeper and deeper the descent gets steeper
And the mind is none the wiser
Darker and darker the end looms larger
And the mouth grows all the wider
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If time he were a man
What stories he could tell
What men he must of met
The hostility he could quell
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4.

With words and words and words
I'm cut and splayed and torn
Mouths of hungry predators
Drip with blood from night till morn
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You fell easily into the spider's web
The beautiful spider, and it's elegant legs
You didn't struggle as it appeared in the distance
Waited intently for your mistress
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Into morning, exit black
Sleep was hungry and now is filled
I don't want to face this day
It's depression or it's pills
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The Best Poem Of Don Sizemore

A Broken Heart

As if the moon could hear
The narrator tugs upon it's ear
Pours out his soul with salty tear
Stretches his arms to pull it near
As if to empty a scalded pot
To pour out his depair scalding hot
To untie his insides of this knot
And from his memories remove the rot
The narrator violently shakes and shudders
Seeking some comfort as from a mother
Imploring and pleading the return of his lover
Or at least some relief not yet discovered
Of his grief there seems no end
Impossible to calm or to mend
Even now as the moon descends
A puddle of pain, sore knees and skin
He feels no better than at the start
A broken soul, a broken heart

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