John Lance Poems

People always said my poems were quite bad.
They said they were simple,
with a simple rhyme scheme.
Indeed, they weren’t wrong.
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Behold, this round room
with all doors closed but one.
The room is filled with light
where once there was none.
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The boy slits his wrists in solitude.
He is alone in mind and body.
No one there to save him.
When he needs everybody he has nobody.
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There was this girl, you see.
She was quite close to me.
She was there in my times of need.
but now where is she?
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The people watch with shame
with pity
with sadness
with regret.
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Words, with their flames,
Souls do ignite,
Echoing their whispered meanings
Long into the night.
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Walking through a cold night,
Eyes lit, but no light.
Nice and silent,
Like I like.
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