Andrew Hinton Poems

Feel the pressure pushing in from all around,
The grip of cold water as it begins to surround.
See your dreams float like pockets of air,
Things you wish you had strength to dare.
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Why does music move the soul,
And temporarily make us whole?
What is it about the vibration of air,
That draws us from darkness’ lair?
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I see fire, burning my hills,
My desire, and heart stills.

Brought to my knees, from the things I've done,
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The flickering flame slowly begins to die,
I watch as smoke begins to gently fly.
Just the little ember in the wick remains,
Like a survivor from the wax it proclaims.
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Here below the fluorescent sky's glow,
I let my mind wonder as I go.
Pale and tired are some eyes I see,
Others shine brightly back at me.
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I remember all the times I've tried to weep,
And the fitful nights I've found no sleep.
I remember feeling dead inside this shell,
Emotions ringing like a muted bell.
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I don't want to love you because of your eyes deep,
I don't want to love you because together we sleep,
I don't want to love you because of your hips,
I don't want to love you because of your lips.
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God whose words I read,
Shepherd over this life I lead.
Rock upon which I stand,
High King over every land.
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Burning, its burning in my brain.
Beliefs don’t help, my thoughts are vain.

Pressure pushing in all my veins,
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Misty air, gleaming stones.
Names etched above the bones.

Failures and victories collide,
Where lives ended now reside.
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