K. J. Broadhurst Poems

Behind the walls that few can see

Are the children who have left us
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All around me are stories of love

Of passionate nights
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The candle sat their burning bright

My soul dyeing with the flickering of the light
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His heart is torn by the waves of emotion

But his strength is a rock of passion and devotion
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Does the sun continue to rise?

As I shut my eyes for the last time
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Why do you ask such a question, one I
Could never answer, for immoral murder
Do you suggest. I can only sigh
For I fear I make no difference, oh herder
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Tom makes his way to work as usual, the
Night silent and cool. In the corner of his
Eyes he glimpses a strays eyes, following
Him meaningfully. The stray wonders whether
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Even though our time was short

Your presence hardly known
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