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Troy Petersen Nov 2014
I reach out to hold you
close in my arms
– only to find I am embracing the still air.

Loving you
was as easy as sailing a kite on the wind,
but holding you
was like trying to catch a breeze.
Troy Petersen Nov 2014
Petals of the yellow rose
sing of friendship….

Petals of the red rose
burn with the fire of passion….

My heart withers in fear
fear that the fire would burn you and I
– the yellow rose.

Yet I yearn for you
I need the warmth of passion
I need the fire of the red rose
burning within my heart.

So for you I shall pick a bouquet of roses.
yet whichever color I choose
I shall bleed from its thorns.

22-February-1993
Troy Petersen Nov 2014
Once a sleeper, now awake
shown a tear in space, my inner powers gate
I passed through, a threshold once crossed
Was what I gained worth the loss?

I now see my flaw, it has become my cell doors
cringing from it, my sorrow soars
my pain grows from lifes slight, and my inner child begins to cry
my emotions take flight and rage across the sky.

The closer I become…….

One must pay attention, no distractions
I know that every action has reactions
One must clear their thoughts, that is the key
I feel I was once blinded, but now I can see.

In the snow, the frozen life storm
I lie in snow drifts, trying to keep warm
And in rain, with thunders cry
I walk in raindrops, never dry.

Yet closer I become…..

I have no joy, I have no fear
I know my silence hurts to hear
I have no love, I have no hate
my soul dies of thirst, I am an orphan of fate.

I despise myself in my own minds eye!
I dance with the past and ever cry!
My reserve of joy, is now overdrawn!
My childhood spirt, now all but gone!

I wonder….What have I become?

— The End —