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Somehow, somewhere

Someone’s dreams are pulverised

The suckling robbed of toothless smiles

Molested and badly brutalised

A pool of anguish in their eyes

So why do we howl about minor glitches

When a wound somewhere is too wide for stitches?

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Somewhere, somehow

someone’s taking a last gulp of life

Misery vacuums an unborn, despised

Family planning mishaps, surmised

As tympanum echo with muted replies

So why do we pine over the price of oil

When a soul somewhere won’t even go a mile?

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Somehow, somewhere

someone’s plunging to their demise

A livelihood ransacked by lies

Hearts ripped and discarded like old auto parts

Taste buds drool with bittersweet retorts

So why do we mope over an ingrate who left

When a home somewhere is ravaged by distress?

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Somewhere, somehow, someone needs our help

So why should we become so obsessed with self?

Arioso

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A-silhouette-of-a-lady

Jabbing at the tattered page, frustrated at my lot

How the camaraderie once was tight

but now the beauty is forgot

and I assess my plight

Whoa, I assess my plight

 

Hissing at the circumstance, calculating loss

Of fragile poesies that would fade

as blotch of ink swept across

the memories we made

Aye, the memories we made

 

Sighing at dashing hopes, duty now has won

Obliged that we must sever ties

in homage to the beloved one

And I muffle my cries

Yea, I muffle my cries

Arioso


The spillage of a fountain pen

Sketched a tainted heart and then

Forged my name in bloody ink

To stain my pride or so they think

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Laced with rage, the page displayed

Bold letterings with spite arrayed

Showcasing dark deserted soul

on freeway to Hades with hiked toll

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But then the epilogue of disgrace

Lost its power as if it were erased

The thought of it provoked a laugh

Since the ogre wrote his epitaph

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Departed he is and so shall remain

A prodigy has now buried the pain

And he rewrote the horror story

Dark replaced with morning glory

Arioso


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Credit to Paul D Robertson at redbubble.com

A soul in limbo

Grinding enamel and uprooting locks

Bound in the prism of destiny, misfortune hijack sanity

And the former years elope with mirth

Forsaking the love-child of faithfulness

A quirk in the timeline of her existence

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A soul in limbo

Writhing as grief gropes the bare posture of change

Will her love remain unfeigned

Amid the air of phoniness and frigid hearts?

She gave all from the vaults of virtue

Yet, nothingness was now all she could embrace


Heaving, whirling

The soul astir

Oscillating thoughts and broken voice

Shattering as if it were

A porcelain vessel hammered by choice

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Assaulting, crippling

The battery of silence

Kindling pleas and bloodshot eyes

Fluttering to dispense

A trickle of pain serenading cries

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Gripping, asphyxiating

The stigma of a last breath

Thieving hearts and tearing holes

Gaping and bereft

A ménage’s pocket robbed of kindred souls

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