Matthew Routledge Poems

i have been chained to anchors
i have been tortured in my mind
i have been gaged and stopped from talking
i have been forced to stop believing
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in life there are hurdles
true deterination required to cross them
but for to long
the hurdles have been to strong
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i have never been the same
as anyting i should be
i fit in no box
and i have no label
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I have seen the light
the bigger picture
I have watched and I have wondered
through the veil of unforgiving words
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The service is one of honour,
An honour of the lord
Who sent thy lord down?
Was it you or I?
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as the faces stare at me
their dead eyes plead with me
to help them
to free them
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Some people feel ill when they see the dead
Some feel ill at the sight of meat
I feel ill when I hear these words
“I don’t care, it wont effect me”
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forgive me for everything
that old excuse
won't wash it away
again
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as we sit alone
in final hours
we think of things we wish to say
to friends and family and rivals
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as we fight
what do we find
as we stare into the eyes of another man
who we have just killed
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