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by Brandon Evans   Oct 27, 2004


I lay to sleep each and every night
Only to wake to a morning without reason
I curse the sun for reviving these tired eyes
Its light burns what is left of an empty heart
My breath constantly escapes me
Shallow pants give just enough air to live
My eyes, red with sorrow
Dreams of her beauty, just dreams
I can’t think straight anymore
All that was, be lost
And all that is, be nothing
I can’t do this much longer.

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  • 20 years ago

    by Lexi Lou

    awesome! i loved it! you have true talent! keep in touch!
    lexi lou

  • 20 years ago

    by Brandon Evans

    Thanks Trincy, I appreciate your honesty. It's not my usual style, it's just how I've felt lately. Sometimes creativity can get wrapped up by other, more pressing, emotions.

  • 20 years ago

    by Ş∂ņďħy∂

    I would have liked this poem if it was written by somebody else. This is too simple for you to write. There are only few poets on this site with a classic and distinguished style. This poem is good but not classic unlike most of your other works. I hope you won't take me in a negative way... You are one of the poet whom i admire the most on this site.

  • 20 years ago

    by ChildofGod87

    *~*Brandon*~*
    Excellent poem that you've written
    I really enjoyed it:)
    Keep on writing:D!!! Check some of mine if you have anytime:)!!! Take Care & Good Luck *Brandon* :)

    **SEDUSHA <3**

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