Phillip Knox

I saw a mocking bird upon a tree
alone, chirping a tune
the skill of imitation bore he
as it sang amid the gloom.
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In the grip of pain I find myself
the victim of endless lies
always pondering certainty of death
with no peace of mind.
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Follow me in the footsteps of an addict
to the streets of crack haven avenue
tortured souls falling blind, erratic
looking through mirrors of glass tubes.
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Her beauty was captivating
sweet of heart, flustered
within shades of hazel
searching still luster.
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Swallowed in dreams of bliss
and sunset berry kisses
in the still of azure skies
I gaze into your eyes.
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In the night I hide
shattered, broken of heart
my soul cries in anguish
I cannot see far.
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