Help Poem by Dillon McKenna

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Far away there is a town, where I was born and raised.
And it is there I'd be found for almost all of my days.
Through the air drifts the sounds of laughter and peace,
Of mirth being wrought from human decency.
But it is there I am not, and here I shall be.

In this wood of pine and leaves where the fireflies flit.
Where I stood for an eternity, afraid to lie or sit.
There you stood forever with me until you eloped,
And I had all your memories kept where they'll never be shown.
Where you and I should have slept a long time ago.

Far away the bell does ring, a companion in the night.
In this dell is nothing save the languishing starlight.
In this dell I am waiting, for a friend or a foe,
Hence I feel no guilt and cry no wasted woe.
In this hell I have built, I see no rays of hope.

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Emily Wood 12 April 2016

Heart breaking

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