Richard Brekar Poems

All the same, though it wants to change,
the golden rim wares gray and thin
As urge still stirs from chest to chin
Pray, an end to this wretched kin
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The din swells ever louder across the desert of our minds
Confusing is this effigy, We've built up over time
All hands for the masters
All minds for their show
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There's more here than you'd care to admit. More than you dare lay bare to the world.
I caught a glimpse behind the fog of your indifference.
Faint, but strong.
More pain in your smiles than many in their tears.
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