Life Is Just A Costume

Impending doom
Looms over the womb
Nothing can exhume
The gloom of the tomb
Life is just a costume
An heirloom
A temporary bloom
Before the darkness consumes

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This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken

Irony

Do I think it true
Because it is
Or because I want it to be?

I cannot see
The bonds that blind me
But I know they’re there

Death isn’t tragic
But how death occurs
Most often is

Fantasy
Can only exist
If I’m an active participant

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This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken

Impact

When I die
What will be left of me
Beyond these words
And
The impact I have had
On others?

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This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken

I Struggle

I struggle to know
What I want to do
But I know
I want to do it with you

I struggle to know
What I want to be
But I know
I want you to be with me

I struggle to know
Who I am
But I know
Without you I’m a sham

I struggle to know
What I should think
But I know
Without you I’d shrink

I struggle to know
Where I want to go
But I know
I want you to show
I struggle to know
But you help me see
You show me
What it means to be me

You teach
And you guide
You let me confide

You help
And you heal
You let me conceal

You are
My everything
In my life
All hope you bring

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This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken

Inertia

I’m held
By the inertia
Of my own inaction

If
If only
If only I
If only I could
If only I could just
If only I could just take

One
Single
Step

I know
I’d be free
Forever

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This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken

I Wonder

I wonder
If my role here
Is to sacrifice myself
For others

No one
Gets out alive
So why not give
What I have?

Perhaps
In doing so
I’d find
My purpose

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This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken

Flee

All it takes
For me to flee
Is a sharp look
From you
Directed at me

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This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken

Dad

What thoughts
Are confined
In the vault
Of your mind?

Why
Don’t you speak
And share
What you think?

I don’t know
Who you are
Beyond what
I can see

And what I can see
Is that you
Clearly
Have no time for me

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This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken

escape their fate

souls entwined
with a desire
to escape their fate

ancestors
collectively mourning
lost childhoods

disparate people
drawn together
by shared suffering

stumbling
forward
into a new life

fleeing their pasts
unwittingly creating
their futures

they know
what not to do
but not what to do

attempting to avoid
the same mistakes
their parents made

desperately praying
for their children
to escape their fate

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This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken

years on repeat

huddled 
in a corner
years 
on repeat
every minute

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This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken