J22 Poet

Sharp pins and needles
My arm has fallen asleep
I rub, forcefully
But there is still a poking
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A flowing river
A fast current
Sweeping me away
No end in sight
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LOVE!
LOVE!
LOVE!
Not Leave! Leave! Leave!
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Death is a cloud, so far away
At first you think that it could never hurt you.
But it suddenly turns gray.
A bitter, ominous gray.
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I came upon a mangled tree.
I thought and feared it came to me
Through the forest deep and dark
A journey on which no one'd embark
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Long the ship will sail
Burdened with falsehood
In the end, will truth prevail?
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Death
You are the reaper of souls
The black shadow of the lost
The absence of life, of light
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Oh, History
You assist us
You tell us what to do, and what to avoid
What to repeat, and what to leave be
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I do not know, should I sustain
All the thoughts inside my brain?
Or should I instead abstain
From all the darkness, all the pain?
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Alone
In a room
A room of no organization
The room of my mind
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A hummingbird flies quickly through the air
Cacophonies of blue jays in the trees
Nearby a summer tanager does stare
A feather floating softly through the breeze
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I have always feared you
But in time, I realize that you are not all bad
You are truly fair and just
Some say that you take more than you give
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I see a tree, barren and gray
How long has it stood?
No one can say
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