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He placed his lips upon her hand
The warmth was slowly fading
His life was changing before his eyes
No chance for hope or waiting
His dearest friend and closest love
was slipping from this world
He knew that he’d be okay now
But then grief would be unfurled.
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
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Driving in the desert
dust behind the wheel
looking for a reason
to cool off how I feel
Want to find a new way
to live my life for me
driving til I find it
a place I want to be.
©2021 CBialczak Poetry
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I try to hear you but
I can no longer listen
my thoughts are askew
my mind is amiss
I stare but cannot see you
I reach out but cannot feel you
I breathe you in but cannot smell
We are together
yet so alone
wasting away
in each others presence
waiting
to say
goodbye
©2021 CBialczak Poetry
Morning Amazing Musers! I know it has been a crazy time, and an even crazier week, so here is an image to take your minds off things. I look forward to seeing the directions you all take! http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
When waves of dread wash over you
and the salt burns your lungs and eyes
the flame of hope stays brightly lit
We can hear your victory cries.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
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Billy didn’t know it
but when he did his belt
he had a giant rocket
around his shoulders like a pelt.
He thinks he will stay warm now
since fire is keeping him warm
Does he know the fire
Is a need to feel some alarm?
Billy looks above him
at the stars up in the sky
He wishes he could fly there
Soon it will be his goodbye.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
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