In This World

I don’t feel safe in this world,

There is no place to rest here.
The fading light is hiding the truth.

I thought I knew why I came,
but now I am far away.
“Never give up” rings in my ears.
I will conquer my doubts.

I still have roads to explore.

William Wayne Smith

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What I Need

My jacket is hanging on the wall.
I went out and saw the sunrise today.
No one remembers who I used to be.
I’m sad today but keep a good face on.

Time with you is what I need.
You could call today and I would smile.
I’m afraid again, just like before.
Could you hold my hand again?

Last week, I went to dinner with friends.
I looked and they were all laughing.
With so much love, I hoped for more.
I’m taking my walk alone tomorrow.

William Wayne Smith

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The People Smile

[From the archive]

I am sitting on a bench in the town’s center.
I see people smile as they walk by.

Once I sit down, I feel a breeze.

The sunlight is filtered by a tree near me.
The sun moves through the sky.
The shade I enjoy will not last long.

I feel like I am home here.
I talk to a friend about my life.
I grow in peace every day.
In time, I’ll take a new path.

William Wayne Smith

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Falling Asleep

[From the archive]

The monitor glowed blue.
I was lost in meditation today.
As the images aged, I grew tired.

Every day I take my seat.
In the moments of love, I smile.
I am captivated by my friends online.

As I grow tired I fade away.
My keypresses grow slower and slower.
My eyelids droop and I head for sleep.

I will be happy to wake tomorrow.
As I start to rise I will remember your love.
You fill me with peace.
You bring new hope to my life.

Lately I have not been able to sleep well.
My mind churns with thoughts of anticipation.
I wait for that day to arrive.
I hope I can rest softly with you.

Once I awaken, I will head to work.
I enjoy my job and I walk home late.
I have never been ashamed for I do my best.

William Wayne Smith

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