Only My Only tears can cry, And only hearts can feel. Only souls can die, As only wounds can heal. As my wounds refuse to heal, And my soul begins to die. My heart can't help but feel, As my tears can only cry. Copyright (c) TheClockworkPoet

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Soul's Horizon I found my soul a mile away, From where I left it last. Ambling to a distant point, No future, nor present, nor past. I slowed and matched each weary step, A trudge echoing my mood. We neither spoke, nor raised a sigh, Alone, with just our solitude. I lowered my eyes to watch the dirt, Annointed by my tears. Adrift upon a barren land, Soulless footprints trail the years. I yearn to drop down to my knees, And claw into the ground. A shallow grave for a hollow heart, It beats with not a sound. I left my soul again today, Without a second glance. Watching as it meandered on, To horizons new, perchance. Copyright (c) TheClockworkPoet 04/06/17 #beginninglinechallenge #lazypenmanship

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Forsaken Scriptures, well-worn pews. Prophetic stained glass windows, Illuminated, By the burning embers of, A city that lost its faith. #tankachallenge #1stAttempt Copyright (c) TheClockworkPoet 02/06/17

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My Own Can you still make me stomach your acidic tears, Yet deny me my own? Shall I keep searching for the remnants of your non-existent heart, Amongst the forgotten shards of my own? Must I keep making choices to fail to satisfy you, Whilst I bid farewell to ambitions of my own? Who are you to define what you have no right to, My #life is something you demand, but can never own? I am who I am. I am my own.

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Restoration Cast upon my clockwork heart, ~Abrassive love to scour it's parts. Oil it's inner cogs and gears, ~To smooth the friction of the years. Reinstate the absent mainspring, ~That tore itself asunder. Dust off the key that winds the coil, ~And fill this heart with wonder. Copyright (c) TheClockworkPoet 7th June 2016

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