Poems. By Michael Martin.
Cherry picker
Day by night
Dark by light
They both stand side by side
Blending into one
Both appear to be the unknown
Only night knows day
Each day as pure as the last
Night as blameworthy as yesterday
Night creeps into day as the clock grows tall
Light is not so innocent no more, slowly losing, turning to dark
Darkness has had his way once more
Darkness can show up on light
Her beautiful ways can not penetrate the unclean
Day break can be seen once the dark has left
Light once again becomes clean
She has rid of the dark, slowly she will return to day
A new day, an innocent virgin
Darkness will wait for the next virgin to arise
Hiding in the shadows of each day
Waiting for light to grow vulnerable
Once again he will turn the day to night
Internal bleed
Nothing around us yet so much above us
Pain from within channels the nothingness around us
Wounding the people it can effect
Leaving the immune to battle another day
Depression takes people silently
Leaving us to pick up the pieces of life
Try to find the right pattern
In hope of a perfect life
The bleed of something normal keeps us away
Scared of what it could impose on yourself
But who am I to stipulate these everyday occurrences
Like the people around me
I cry as well
The window
I peer out the window, staring at the world going by
Wondering what it is all about
Hoping to find the answers, the answer to all our questions
The questions we all ask
Looking at the wind sweeping the dust
The trees moving, trying to dispose of the answers
People amble without a worry
Too arrogant to think of the answers to all our questions
Maybe we are not here to find the answers
There may not be any questions
Why should there be
Why should we challenge something bigger than us
The window I look out of, small and plain
Big enough to see the whole picture
The picture we have painted
Maybe we should look within ourselves for the answers
As you can see, we painted the picture
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