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A Poem by Patrick McCombs

I can feel it in my bones 
I can hear the dissonant tones
I see the clouds shifting above 
I hear the cry of the mourning dove
Its song kicking in my head
I'm filled with dread
I wander down the empty streets
Hearing a strange series of beats
The rhythm of the times as it were 
And time became a blur
The sun vanished into the trees
I can hear the night breeze
I look to the stars
I ignore the speeding cars 
And focus on the heavenly light

© 2013 Patrick McCombs


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Added on June 6, 2013
Last Updated on June 6, 2013