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A battle of words,
sets the tone
in writing,
when living alone.
There is no joy,
which I can see,
when you aren't here,
living with me.

Our days are numbered
in this World we live.
Keep out the hate,
life is too short.
Love one another,
respecting other views.
Disagreements are fine,
you may win or lose.

Words are spat
from my mouth,
spewing away,
as I search
for something,
meaningful to say.

It circles the night sky,
a kite without strings.
No learning to fly,
isn't that our life?
Full of up and downs,
filled with a tragedy
of unrepentant Clowns.

I long for the sunshine
in my true love's smile,
to lift up my spirits,
taking our life once again,
back to the edge
of a far away shore.

A war of words,
rages every day,
to build anew
or to throw away?
Having little faith,
in do or not do,
what I say,
will be up to you.

In all of the World,
so far and wide,
I have always wanted
someone like you,
close by my side.

The river runs long.
The land is wide.
Why are you missing
away from my side?

There is an enjoyment
when I visit my wife,
for she says
"I love you" many times,
which breaks my heart,
to see her slip away
from our life's reality.

Long lay the lines
of a knotted-up sky.
Clouds, darkly twisted,
corkscrew in shape.
Dark was the night
as storm clouds amassed,
to the distant horizon.

I am embittered,
do not preach to me,
the drivel you call
human Christianity.

The lights were flashing,
with ringing of a bell.
Locked away, she was
in her personal cell.
No gathering of people
with stories to tell.
Locked away, alone,
in your living hell.