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Morgan Siegel Poems
The Plague Doctor
Out in night, counting out the mites. Lingers the dead-corrupt doctor. Traveller and a traitor. Hunter and a curer.
Drifting through in a pulsating cardinal haze. Arising with chilled nausea, I stagger into a stand. Amidst my broken consciousness I gawk, at shattered remains of a broken speculum.
Love, Regret, & Resolution
...My heart weeps for what I have done... Everytime I saw you, you gave me a sweet smile. I could not help but return it...
What Has Been Forgotten
...It is all but memory now... I once walked with you, fought by and for you.
An Occulted Flux
...Nobody knows, not even if they want to... I stand upon cold pavement. Black and rough... like my heart.
As Long As It Takes
...I stand above, not that far... I step down, my eyes gone crimson. I crash to the floor, my tears creating a puddle.
The End Of The Barrel
...Cold and hard, but dangerous none the less... I sit alone holding my depart in my hands. My bed no longer provides comfort.
Stand At The Edge
...I see the traffic, and pedestrian... I stand at the threshold, peering down. Icy wind chills my already cold blood...
...Save yourself, leave me... Sorrow has clouded my fragile soul. I can take this no more...
March Of The Damned
...Hear, hear the War drums beat... *BOOM, BOOM, BOOM* bellow the drums. They're roar forever beckons me.
Claws, Teeth & Blood
...RUN! RUN FOR THE HILLS! ! ... I am teetering, bordering upon the darker side. Anger is not, Rage shall not, Fury never will.
Tomorrow Cannot Come Sooner
...Time feeds off us all... Once upon a time, my pain was once gone. But it seems to seep back.
Road Of Broken Memories
...'We shall all eventually fade'... I walk this road all alone. Watching upon ever in front of me.
Tears For Us All
...I have done so much, most of it heartache... I take her hands in mine, we look deeply within each other. She whispers to me, 'Go baby, it'll be okay.' we both smile.
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The Plague Doctor
Out in night, counting out the mites.
Lingers the dead-corrupt doctor.
Traveller and a traitor.
Hunter and a curer.
Stalker and a gawker.
feared by all.
People run and they cower.
Fear of the Plague Doctor.
They do not stay to wonder.
A poke to diagnose.
A prick to end the pain.
A flame to get rid of the remains.
Run, run from the doctor.
Pockets full of poison.
Drop dead! Drop dead!
The is no one around.