Luke Joseph Mckernan Poems

In aging branches, whispers of longing take hold,
A yearning for youth, for stories yet untold,
With each passing season, their roots ache to be free,
To find new soil, new horizons, beyond what they can see.
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Yet we are all connected, tied by blood and ties,

In the depth of our hearts, where love never dies.
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I ponder the price that my soul may fetch,

Was it bartered long ago, beyond my sketch?
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In your essence divine, your dance beneath moon's shine enchants and entwines, captivating the mind.

Her passion, contagious, ignites a fire inside, a chaotic blend of nerves and purpose collide.
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In this reality, a darkness dwells,
A profound depravity that truly compels.
Desires flood like a reckless tide,
Leaving behind what we truly need, cast aside.
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