heather poynter Poems

Hands so soft, Eyes so bright.
Staying by you, what a night.
The weeks were rough, I'm feeling strange.
Something's coming, I can't explain.
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Two losses, neither of them fair,
haunt my memories and dreams.
At almost 17, I have seen things
many people wouldn't believe.
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I snap back to reality from my daydream -
Looking over at the box from the podium at which I stand.
There is a sea of tears flowing from the eyes of my family -
As well as from my own.
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Soul laid dormant for so long,
Dreams spilled and strewn on the floor.
Hopes all crushed, Never to be thought of again,
Ideas all rejected, pressure enclosing on existence.
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Life is hard, we've all seen that.
Like wars that have been
fought in years past, and
will be fought for years to come.
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