She said she didn’t feel good.
They said what else is new.
She said this time it’s different.
They said we’ve heard that too.

She said I think I’m dying
They said give us a break.
She said I’m even crying
They said those tears are fake.

She said I think you’ll miss me.
They said you haven’t gone.
She said it’s getting darker.
They said don’t carry on.

She closed her eyes in silence.
They said come on let’s go.
Her form grew cold and rigid
At last they had to know.

She wasn’t just pretending.
The thing she fought was real.
Her story had no ending.
And her life book they could seal.

They said we’ve been so stupid.
Uncaring and unkind.
She tried and tried to show us
But we were just too blind.

And now she’s gone forever.
Who’s going to run this place.
They don’t know which they’ll miss more-
Her efforts or her face.
ljm

A rabid ******

with a fix from hell

tumbled into sleep

then death she fell



In her head it was hopeless

her heart a broken harp

arm an open wound

her life tragic art



Poisonous mush was relieving

better than so called love

pin ****** kept her breathing

the past weighed too much



On such a day I feel sorry

she never stood a chance

addiction was the corollary

of the waltz she had to dance

Sunlight
Dappled
Wood
Floor

Old rocking chair

And
A
Breeze
That
Smells
Of
Summer

Tall
Grass
Dances

Birds
Expand
And
Contract

Accordion
Style

Their
Flight
A
Music
Unto
Itself

Such
Rare
Beauty

Far as the eye can see

In this moment

Everything
Is
Alive

Especially

Me