Kim Jones Poems

I feel the burden of knowledge
The burden of love and dying hope
I feel the sorrow which I have clung to like a drug;
You know it's bad, but you're addicted,
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I know where I have been
I know the sorrow people look at coldly and clinically
I know that no one but those who have been there understand it
It is a place
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The stormy sea parts it's thunderous waves
as the sun breaks through the clouds
and forces warmth into the cold depths
where nothing lives but that which survives all else.
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The heart beats wildly nevermore,
The song to be sung waits nevermore,
You, my friend, stab me in the back nevermore,
It's too late to fix what you have done,
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To look at his face
Is to look at the sky
It fills me with wonder
And makes me want to fly.
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In the cold of the night the pond freezes over
it turns into ice of the deadliest kind,
it looks deceptively strong,
when in reality it is quite thin;
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On the brink of the abyss
with a blindfold tied tight
should I step into the mist
or retreat back to the light?
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I'm sick of these clouds
That are always over my head,
I can't fight them,
For I know they are right.
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The blank page is telling,
Taddle-telling to be more precise
The quivering pen strains to come up with emotion,
My strongest emotion in that I work with
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I gave my all and I've burned out
Just like a star with a reason to fall
My heart is safe and my guard is up
You try to reach me but my ocean tide sweeps you away.
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