Questions
Everyday questions
With answers
Not to be given
A new day
The same questions
Only death will have
The final
Answer
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A call from a long lost friend
Memories and mementos
Being alone and feeling at home
A perfect entrance
A standing ovation
Being loud and proud
That look in one’s eyes
A whispered I love you
Butterfly kisses and first star wishes
Fold me up
And place me
In a pocket
Near your heart
At day’s end
Hold me in
The palm of your hand
Or tears may flow
And I will fall to pieces
Don’t let me down
Offer your hand
Time’s running out
–
Don’t let me down
Open your heart
Time’s running out
–
Don’t let me down
Once is enough
Time’s running out
Appears to be
The epitome
Of laziness
Slouched in a chair
Cannot bear
The weightiness
Bathrobe shroud
Scars unallowed
No visible craziness
One can only see
The epitome
Of laziness
Unguardedly walking
Through the brightly lit forest
The melodic sounds of
Trees blowing in the breeze
Life developing and persisting
She overlooked the darkness
Centered among the light
A mistake never to be undone
For years screaming
Inside and out
Showing signs of neurosis
Now, indisputably dying
In front of their eyes
Sprawled out on the floor
Surely they couldn’t
Overlook her
Again
Escaping one’s demons
Is far easier
With the strength of many
Who can create
A chain link of love
A ladder of compassion
And a compass of hope
Waiting for that epiphany
That one strike of lightning
That brings one to their knees
Causing an explosion inside
Not to be ignored
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting for that spark
That never comes
Do not convict me
Heartless
I will not be condemned
To a loveless life
You will not imprison me
In this coffin called
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