I dont want to write,
of the failures anymore.
No one knew her in life,
so no one knew her in death.
A sparrow, a fleeting prayer, a shared grave.
Sweet angel you're gone,
and your scent of life,
has flown from me.
White collar man, speaks words of god,
but I know you can't hear them.
Unformed ears,
broken beating heart.
Not-there lungs take one, empty breath.
Dear sparrow fly back to me.
You were unrhyming poetry,
hope in a dark place.
Built of young sweet love,
barely a chance in this world.
You were, made of coral
breathed in by another,
baby you were hope.
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Hi Gabie,
ReplyDeleteYour words are beautiful.. deep, painful, real. Thank you for sharing them. I remember our conversation. I so hope that things begin to improve. Life is a journey and sometimes it seems like we are totally stuck and then we find we have moved on. Take care of yourself. You are very precious.
Geoff
Thankyou for taking the time to read them. And thankyou for your words.
ReplyDeleteunfortunately though.
ReplyDeletethings are downhill.
and i've lost all support. and don't know where to turn now..
so i just dont know now..