The One Who is You
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gmpoetry Contemporary Poetry
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Pleading my allegiance to the legions of suspicions to the unread, unsaid, unfed...

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The One Who is You

Roaming the ends of existence lost in the realms of your mind

Through hollow walls and empty stalls,

Pulled down by the sands of time

Across a crowded room I was standing handing fools another twisted line

From an empty chair I direct my stare,

To the halls of my own despair

Diseased by the deceased I increased, the thought of going nowhere

Surrounded the thought compounded,

The scream I dreamed would never scare

From a shell I dispel, corrupt and un-tell the dreams of the un-lead around me

Pleading my allegiance to the legions of suspicions to the unread, unsaid, unfed

The winds they will come and they'll reach for the gun,

and silence will fall from my head

So think of me not as you hear the first shot,

though gently I drop I'm clear in the thought,

That my soul rises freely above me

So what of us now as we gather the sounds

of the cries of the dying around us

Do we look in the eyes of the stranger's disguise?

And remember he was once you?

When time moves us on, our land will be gone,

In memory of the one who is you.

©️ Copyright Graham Marshall ©️ #poem only

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