Snowcapped peaks rise high,
the precipice of Heaven
Rainbows paint the path.
Tag: Poem
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A stalker in the day yet absent at night.
A black being shaded from light.
Greets me at the door,
Ready to explore.
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A being born in the recess of darkness,
Glued to my feet, as if a carcass.
We travel as peers,
Brothers bonded by fears.
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The night brings reprieve,
A time aside to grieve.
For daybreak brings light,
And with it darkness’s delight.
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Feet pound on pavement,
Sweat builds on brow’s
Mental resilience is tested,
All for the sake of a few pounds.
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The rush of addrenaline,
Of a post runner’s high.
Fuels planning for tommorow,
As our dreams sail high.
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Daybreak is dark and stormy,
Whilst our beds are worm and cozy.
Where it’s easier to ignore our alarms,
Then find motivation to test ourselves once more!
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Monday to Friday a slave,
Nine to give a corporate drone,
Piles of bills like cascading wave.
All a man’s got left is his home.
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A lull life of grey hue,
Long days and monotonous queues.
A means to an end,
With a garden to tend.
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Long days reach their climax,
With once more vibrant colours
When one can ignore a fax,
And sit down to his supper.
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Home sweet home,
A man sits on his throne,
Weary to the bone,
With A smile pastered to his dome
When at last he is home!
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I embrace the end of my long and arduous journey.
Traverisng through waves of grief,
Washing over me,
threatening to carry me away.
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Through thick and thin,
Through sick and shit,
Against the odds.
We keep standing.
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Suffer the pain,
Take the time.
A motto now engrained in our psyche.
Grief we greet as if an old friend.
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With time the pain will ease,
Memories will fade,
But our burdens will remain.
Learn to live again,
Accept the past,
Embrace the future.
Tommorow is a new day
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The dreaded fourth stage on a long path,
Tears are the words that need to be written
Sorrow melts the heart,
Incomprehensible sadness lenders one motionless.
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Longing is the core of mystery.
In itself it brews the cure.
The one and only rule
Suffer the pain,
Take the time,
A Life sacrificed.
To be born renewed.
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Time is the tonic to dread,
Memories collapse into the sands of time,
Life moves on, people forget, nature heals.
Suffer the pain, take the time, be born renewed.
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The StoryTeller 