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Wednesday, December 14, 2016


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Wrap up my pain,
Make it all shiny bright.

Etch it with your name. 

Tie it up so very tight
Stitch it with living thread.
Let it not escape into the night.
Place it open by the bed.
Out. In plain sight.

Sign my pain in your blood.

Drip it over me. 
Let it flow, become a flood.
Splash it high for all to see.

The loss

it so shattered.
Left floating pieces of my soul.
Like
nothing
else mattered.
Not one piece left whole.

I wanted to live wild.
We both reached for the top.
You were brought down,
Me, I could not stop.

Racing the wind, being wild and free,

Comes with a price
A price most cannot see. 

You fly. You fall.

I scream.  I call.

But no one answers.

You are never there.
I have searched long,
Searched everywhere.

Trying hard to regain.

All that was lost.

To find myself,

before the pain.
To love again,
despite the cost.


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