Clare McWilliams Poems

Why do i drink, because I'm a writer?
Because I need a good haze in which to find
The fuzzy ponderings of my scattered mind.
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I am frozen like the arctic
When I wish to polarize another
North and South of my heart
Realign, spin and switch
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Into the breach, dear friends,
Here I go.
No, I think not, not this time.
I will use the pain to write,
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He said he was in love,
I knew it was a lie.
He hadn't thought it through
Long enough, in my eye.
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Whispers on the wind
Colours of my mind
Smoke out of the chimney top
To heaven skyward wind.
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I should sleep, my neck it tells me so
But there within the cold quilt I'm alone.
I should sleep and leave this vile machine now
But it calls me to caress its keys once more.
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Well now it's time to say goodbye,
Not time to talk, or time to cry.
I think that pride got in the way,
Of all the things I meant to say.
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Mother why did you go?
I needed you, selfish I know,
Gone to do anothers work?
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Stripped to the very bare bones of my mind.
Hard Knocks casusing my heart to take flight
Flutter flutter- Sputter sputter.
Need for solitude
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Verse 1

Walked out of your life- And into the pub,
I could no longer keep you as lifes hub.
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