Edward Jarl Poems

I make my way through these hollow walls, plunging for a glimpse of light I keep seeking. Darkness blots shapes and colours, incontiguous smiles and voices echoing.
'Make me happy, make me happy' they need their fare while watching me with a continuous stare. Wings I had, which now have broken and something persuading me, my mind has awoken.
I move and dance yet I'm motionless making sure I keep sane. I murdered my daughter and stood not bothered. Yet she haunts me in my dream saying 'goodnight, I love you father.'
I'm a firefighter, I fight these fires. Flames shape silhouettes that give me a struggle.
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A beloved girl she was,
Flourishing with popularity due to her charm and beauty
Brown typical eyes she had, yet they managed to entwine one's limerence
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It's hard to gaze through my sight with the
glassy look in my eyes.
Never would I notice every tear I shed, nor
the warmth of another hand I held.
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