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Roxanne Boubion-Martin Poem
I am down on bended knee asking god for a plea
I am just I of what I used to be
I am a forgotten memory
Thus I want to turn and flee
My composure is dewelling as I gather strength for sanity
I feel I lost touch with humanity
My soul will never have clarity
I will forever be in obscurity
Knowing I am selfish in vanity
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My darling child of mine, where do I begin
You are a miracle upon miracles the ever sweet gracious song to my humble
existence
You are what I hope and dreamed for
You are perfect from your eyes to your toes
Your gleeful laughter echoes in my heart for you make it swell in delight
Such a exuberant smile, when I look upon it I still stare in wonder how perfect it
radiates from you
How such a small essence of beginning you came from, now to this, a cherub of
utter pleasantries
When god made you he crack the mold so no other could be design as lovely as
you
I have wished and prayed for just a healthy babe instead I was blessed with
exquisite bountifulness
My beautiful darling child of mine
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Has my heart been so blind?
Oh sweet lies set me free
Have I been mislead?
Does the sun not rise every morn?
Am I daft so?
Have I misinterpreted your sweet tokens?
Does the moon not shine with the sprinkles of stars?
To flee from this misgiving praise you so effortlessly set me a blaze with
I have become the jester at the king’s table and you the fable teller
Such childish games you play with ones fragile heart
Oh speak my divine conquest please I implore you seek out the blade you so
cunningly stab me with when I was not looking
I am the fool’s errand, you bested me, and now I shall die forever in my lonely
desperate time
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Expectations from the world I left behind
Digging up frustrations from the spent time
I dream upon notions seeing pretense emotions
I want everything to be all right
Therefore, I am driven by memories of light
I do not want to be another creation
Therefore, I start on my soul-searching salvation
I struggle for the chance to be healed once more
Therefore, I stand before this very door as I did long ago
And as I reach out to the emulating glow realize my head is
Hanging low for I cannot take what it bestows
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Today I don’t know what to do with myself
Wandering the halls looking for the breeze of calm
I looked for a star to pray on
Hoping to find the glow, I once held
I want to touch the things I once felt in my heart
This fever burns brighter going ever deeper
You might say I lost hope by giving up the fight
I do not know what to believe in, nothing makes sense
All I see are the shades of shadows
I live in the wake of night
My emotions I can no longer find
Am falling from hopes so high
I will never understand, never waking with questions of how or why
I do not who I am, this where I start to cry
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Hail angles go away I have no desperation this very day
There is no reason for me to hear of what you say the devil is at bay
These angels of mine your wasting your time why do you delay I no longer need
you to stay
I do not wish for you to burden me I sense no evil this night
Take flight from my sight
If I see you here anymore, I have no choice but to ignore all the pleas you will
bestow upon thee
I give my decree I cannot see the evil that is before me
It wears a disguise dress in white wearing baby blue eyes
I gasp in horror for this scene why did you not tell me
To late to late you cry out for you said I was in doubt
For I turn and flee, knowing it will chase me
For look I see my guardian angel over me, thus I feel I have gained victory
Tsk Tsk it says you disappoint me you runaway I could never be one of your
strays, so here you will lay here you will rest with the very thing you detest
For you did not believe what they had said at heavens request instead you
showed regress
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For if I cannot go far
Then let me count my ways
For if I live my life for me
Then let me see it through others eyes
For if I’m bound by all this For if I make a mistake
Let it be my burden to live with
For If I conflict with my choices
Let it be from within
For if I know my wrong doings
Let me live with them
For if I see my true colors
Let it be for others to judge the real me
For if I can’t see my life
Then it was meant to be
For if I can never feel
Let me try
For if I can never rest
Then give me strength
Let me be set free then
For if not
I am powerless to ones self-inner demons
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Why has everything have to change?
Why hasn’t any one known of my troubles other then god?
The face I live with will always be there
I long to make these memories be absent
When they say they will be there why haven’t they?
Should I take life as it comes?
It feels like raw pain in distress
Nevertheless, is this the war I face when I am here?
I watch it run down my fingers reminding me of red crayons
Yet, no one told of the after effects, no warning labels
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