Poems from Garrett Thomas

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God, Guns, Camo, Ammo
Not a word to an ounce of pain Nor a cry to weigh frustration Because even though I write this here I’ve given up translation I’m tired of...
Whence upon did love depart? Or was she ever there? One time ago, I’d count it so That love he did once share A pity now, and always said...
Richest of the colour blue Lie the waves asunder Crashing on the reef A rhythm without blunder   And yet I stand here silent For its glory...
Ouch! It isn’t enough some say So what then is? When it hurts? When some injury comes and means to stay? Like a festering splinter You can...
A life without a reason Is like a songbird without sound And unless I am told plainly How surely I’ll run aground   The sun never rises...

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