Sage Wilson Poems

  • 1.
    Sometimes it is hard.
    Long going as if things should come to an end.
    A want of an end, to get an end, maybe be an end.
    As if we forget the good times in the bad times.
    ...
  • 2.
    It’s always the same.
    I always would go back to this same routine and nothing ever changes for me.
    Whenever I stop, I would just be rebooted.
    Recalculated to serve and never be allowed to stand still.
    ...
  • 3.
    People only notice me when they need me when it is convenient.
    Am always here, I never change but everything around me does.
    People always walk pass me, even though I’ll always stand by them.
    No one speaks to me yet still I call out to them.
    ...
  • 4.
    I was placed here as a nothing.
    With the hope of nature that I would become a something.
    To emerge and become, to become, and go on.
    In the hopes that I would become strong and tall.
    ...
  • 5.
    It beats upon me, and it hits against me.
    What have I done, why am I here?
    I have forever been here from birth.
    From the earth.
    ...
  • 6.
    How long has it been?
    How long have I been?
    How long has here been?
    How much longer will it be?
    ...
  • 7.
    I opened my eyes and there was darkness.
    I listened but there was silence.
    And I felt and there was only sadness.
    How did I get here, why have I come here?
    ...
  • 8.
    I woke up in a daze.
    My mind was hazy, and my soul was heavy.
    Then I got up, then sat down by my window frame.
    I then gazed outside whiles the dawn was creeping.
    ...
  • 9.
    Life is continuous
    The days go on and on
    If feels as if you can not escape
    You should not escape
    ...
Total 9 Poems by Sage Wilson

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The Killing Place
 by Edgar Albert Guest

We're hiking along at a two-forty pace
We 're making life seem like a man-killing race,
With our nerves all on edge and our jaws firmly set
We go rushing along; with our brows lined with sweat
And our cheeks pale and drawn every minute we dash,
And the goal that we 're after is merely more cash.

We 're out for the money, the greenbacks and gold,
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