Tom Darby
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Night-time Comes
Night-time comes, and I grow afraid. Worry climbs into bed like a lover. To get away, he would gladly trade Every ounce of energy he has. It pushes its way against the skin, Making itself comfortable next to him, Sleeping… Continue reading
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Set Free
There is little more room than a cell, Personal purgatory, a heartbreak hell. Night has fallen just beyond the door, Daylight gone, evening sun no more. The bare-naked bulb casts a shadow, Beating down a figure beyond its glow. His… Continue reading
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Polite Conversation
He vowed to remain positive all day, Not counting on seeing her eyes that way. They spoke in gentle tones in the parking lot, No harsh words, for they never have fought. Each one unwilling to take that first Step,… Continue reading
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The Answer
What if the Lord has answered me, Given the message to set me free, And I am too busy pleading to hear it? Maybe I need to learn how to be quiet. Prayers, not only for personal forgiveness, But also… Continue reading
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Palate of Color
Clear the head, the heart, and the soul During the long hour drive in. Rinse away the palate that is full, Ask for forgiveness for daily sins. Wandering mind and busy eye, Focus is lost on the desert scene. Where… Continue reading
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Hidden Feelings
There are no dreams as he sleeps. The mind is like a slate, left blank. Only eyes that burn as he weeps Leaving pillow, cheek, wet, dank. Where does the pain enter from? Plug the hole, and fill the leak.… Continue reading
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God’s Love
Metaphors roll from his head. Easy sayings, easily read. There does not seem to be a good reason For dark moods in the sunny season. His heart, it does not break gently, As wind and dust blow wildly. All knowledge tossed… Continue reading
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Wait
Worthless and small is how he felt, Spent and useless like a broken belt. The pain from within masked over, Broken with the loss of his lover. She has crossed a bridge he cannot, Looking for something, an answer sought.… Continue reading
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Forgive
Laid awake last night in bed With tempest storming in his head. Voices cried out with wild fear, Desperate for that someone to hear. Forgive came a cry from in the night. Forgive came that cry, it caused a fright.… Continue reading
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Sound of Wind
Where has my God gone? I am alone and forsaken! Praying for death before the dawn Disappointed when the sun is awakened. Where are my God’s eyes? Can’t he see my pain and help me? Wind, lift my words to… Continue reading