Poems from AlexB

This fire of the mind Is so bright that it can blind For what is a Legacy, but a challenge? An idea? A cry? It is nothing and everything...
A silver cascade Slowly begins to fade Turning to nothing but a thought Which leaves me distraught   That silver cascade It's meaning...
And so I'm crying in my sleep Can't do anything but weep I just don't know why I always seem to cry I wake up with a wet face And on the...
I am me But not me I wear the mask of joy However that mask is also a decoy Below of anger is the mask But I hope you will not ask What is...
A glorious tempest is among us But no need for a fuss The fire and ice of rage Will take us from our cage  

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