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Jammed
Clouds are hanging lowDroplets patter on faceEverything is so slowGoing thro’ yet another phase A long road aheadThe vision is blurredNo sight of the goalTested is the soul The feeling is not realThe signal is not greenHungry for a mealGradually losing the sheen The skies are greySo many in the wayYet I close my eyesReady to throw the dice And so descends a pall of gloomShouting itself hoarseYet waiting for the bloomWithout any remorse The sun is silently settingUshering in a hauntingNo I am not boredJust alone in a crowd
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2 AM
In the wee hourComing out of a barDown an alley of hazeI saw a face I checked my watchAnd struck a matchFor it was too coldAnd I was not so bold Still I ventured forthNot knowing that it was the fourthThe fatal step was takenOn a promise that should not have been broken Trudging along ever more drearilyWanting to see that face clearlyI had gone too deep into the mazeBefore realizing the folly of my ways It was no longer mistyAnd the path that lay before me wasn’t twistyYet my eyes glistenedWhen I saw what the moon emblazoned Yonder the graves had grown greenPainting a ghastly sceneI saw the name…
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The Lark
Walking up a crestWithout knowing what comes nextI straddle on into the darkShuffling my feet for a sight of the lark Yonder the leaves swayMaking my heart prayO when will the lark singAnd make me rock and swing Trampling on the fallen leavesSounding like a knight’s greavesI search for thee larkWith the hope am nearing the mark Branches like a canopyI don’t know where to look for yeStill I know that you are thereSomewhere in the shade.
