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  Etherial Enemy

  

  By THEendOmega, Weymouth, MA

  All the time, all the time this villain sought to harm me. Not every night, but maybe twice a week or more, and every other night it would leave me to worry if it was to arrive that night. It was a somewhat a faltering, harsh cycle, not as predictable as a cycle but it still was the same every time,...
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  To Love in Pain

  

  By THEendOmega, Weymouth, MA

  Slipping and crumbling, the ground collapses tripping and stumbling my mind relapses. I try to hold on but the edge is beyond reach I try to move on but the pain that I beseech it rips and tears at me until I am nothing more than a scar in your mind just a psychological sore ...
• Poetry > Ballad
  Fright in France

  

  By THEendOmega, Weymouth, MA

  Bullets fly, the terror is thick Soldiers die, the horror will stick The waves are tainted, dyed with red The beach is littered, covered in dead. The man to the left looks for a haven The men who are left all need saving More men come, the boats are shot More men come, effort seems for...
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  The other side of the blind eye turned

  

  By THEendOmega, Weymouth, MA

  Shadows crawl, envelop the taken Light in turn, will shy from the forsaken "All hope is gone, all effort is naught" their cries will fade into a meager thought. Such a dreary fate, to be cast away looked down upon, having lost the way. We cannot pity them, they deserve more, they deser...
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  Questions In Anger

  

  By THEendOmega, Weymouth, MA

  I'm shedding tears, is this bad? Or are these tears I never had? Do I deserve it, to feel like this? Should I die? Will I be missed? If I died, would you see my lack of fame? When I’m gone, will you recall my name? Or will I fade away into dust; will I be looked upon in disgust? Wh...
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  Sonnet of Love Divided

  

  By THEendOmega, Weymouth, MA

  As I slept in the night’s sweet, gentle breeze, My heart forged lies to bring my mind to peace And you were that wind blowing through the trees, For I wept when the gust began to cease. I once said no sea or range could balk me, From once again looking into your eyes. And now I view ...
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  Thanking the Rose

  

  By THEendOmega, Weymouth, MA

  A wind brushed upon me, parting my lips to grin. What happened to my woe, to my pain within? What world is this? Why does everything sing? Why now of all times must I feel as a king? I walk the path, through the wooded hollow, Naught but love drew me, drew me to follow. A sweet hum cares...