Owain Glyn Poems

The boiling Sun sends searing rays to scorch the arid earth
Dust Devils dance in pantomime for everything they're worth.
A Mother, bent and haggard, beats her fists upon the ground
Today, as every other day, no reward is found.
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Lay your head upon these feathered clouds, and rest,
Spread your silken tresses on this virgin wilderness,
Then I will beg sweet dreams to come, and be your company.

When darkness drifts across your eyes to steal their perfect light,
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I think I do,
But then I don't
I think I will,
But then I won't
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I crept along the silent streets, their familiarity painful and accusing.
Even in this darkness the sick worm of cowardice drives me to the shadows.
I know each brick, each door, each window pane,
We huddled in these doorways, to touch, to kiss, and to escape the rain.
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This blackness wrapped around my soul will never go away,
It's blind eternal torture is the price that I must pay.
These prison bars are forged from lies, it's walls from infamy,
To pace these floors, and corridors, my endless destiny.
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When I awoke this morning
It was almost yesterday
Though it could have been tomorrow
I just really couldn't say.
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I see the love shine in your eyes
It's only then, I realize,
You make the dark clouds all recede,
You fill my each, and every need.
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I dropped what I was doing
And rushed into the house,
I thought with all the noise she'd made
She might have seen a mouse.
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When you place your hand, in mine
I lose all sense
Of space
And time.
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When I taste the bitter kiss of death
Whose touch will close these sightless eyes.
Will you rise?
Head bent with heavy sorrow?
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