Errol Anderson Poems

The quiet and calm beckons yet remains out of reach,
The wrong place, the wrong time… is timeless.
The mind still spins, like a top out of control,
Longing for that sweetness that was meant to please.
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Enrage, degrade
Convulsed with guilt and rage…
Offensive, defensive
What is it about this thing called age?
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She hurt me again last night,
It's useless trying to put up a fight.
Again I cried myself to sleep,
She showed no care, even when I weep.
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This dream we dream is endless.
When we wake there will be no promise,
This life we live is painless.
Tonight we dream of what could be.
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Emasculated and beaten the shell withdraws to a corner.
Nothing left to give no will to survive.
Battered and pained no wish to be alive.
Slowly the torture continues as you sit by,
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The baby cried again that night
From the haze her mother tried to regain her sight.
Strung out again on coke
She was still trying to find yet another toke.
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It should come as no surprise
That in your eyes
I can see the passion.
They say love is the fashion,
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I met a man today
His face was filled with sorrow.
I begged for him a while to stay
But all he wanted was bread to borrow.
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If you could see me now, you’d see how I’ve grown.
And maybe I’d know why you left for reasons unknown.
A departure you made, so sure you’d never be found.
A curse on you should history come around.
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I’d let you go if I had any pride.
The emotions felt I cannot hide.
My soul you do tear apart.
Yet I still offer you my heart.
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