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Max Basford Aug 2015
How can you expect respect,
When a threat is met,
And your cortex is stretched,
With emotions het?
Do you stand ground and flex?
And accept whats next?
Or do you run and retch?
And on your thoughts reflect.

In retrospect...

When your mind's infected,
With those thoughts rejected,
And your feelings are pented,
You've left yourself neglected,
You feel unprotected,
You feel disconnected,
But that's to be expected,
When you've been dejected,

But, put it in perspective...
You'll see your next objective,
Is to become subjected,
To yourself...
Resurrected.

And, well, if you don't,
Here I'll stand,
Corrected.
andy fardell Aug 19
One tear only
Fell from his eyes
A gushing thousand inside
Hidden and pented for old age
Aging hands shaking as they wiped away
His end

Laying solid
Looking down on those aching out
Cold upon cold is all that felt
Reaching out into that nothing
For nothing was left
His end

Feeling the pull
As time takes away time
No more be left
For him to stay this way
One tear becomes the rain
New life
New beginnings

— The End —