Richard Stamper

For the past six years,
I have shed my tears,
But now you are here,
And I have no fears.
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Homesickness,
Longing to return to my life,
To return home,
To the past.
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This pain, this hurt, locked away in my head,
Nobody knows how inside I am dead.

Blood on my wrist, there is glass in my hand,
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The night is long, the sky is dark,
The light of stars is so damn stark.
When I look up, I fill with fear,
If all we have is what lies here.
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In the real world, as in dreams,
Nothing is quite as it seems.
To see what we have never seen,
To be what we have never been,
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Just when I thought my life had started,
Undone, alone, I sit brokenhearted.
Dealing with shadows inside of my head,
I don't even know all that I said.
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My poems become my diary,
Of events from long ago,
Telling of loves and losses,
The things I've had to let go.
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At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the desert moon,
Deep in thought while humming a tune.
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In the end, the truth shall come,
A whisper within the trees,
A faintly heard and distant hum,
That brings me to my knees.
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