greg richardson Poems

Still got it
I don't know how
I thought
you could lose it
...

Death is an illusion
created by the same magician
who gave us the illusion of life
...

Bitter pain
that envelopes me
how can I ward it away?
All my efforts
...

I'm falling
and the tears
blur my eyes
fate has found me
...

empty soul
no friends
in a bar alone
lone warrior
...

Through a window
burns the autumn blaze
inside,
endless winter
...

It's OK
to grieve me
when I die
I know I was
...

You want normal?
I'll give you normal
Watch me disappear
and in my place
...

Be moderate
be simple
be humble
be kind
...

Just because you can't hear me
doesn't mean I'm not there
I am in all things
I am everywhere.
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