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 Sep 2014 Lahela
Mark McConville
Lift me up
from the ground
and brush off the dirt and the cigarette ends  
off my sleeves and my face
and let me sober up as the cars rush by.

Take me to the house
where I can rest my heavy head
and where I can drink my sins
away.

Rub the dry skin from my hands
and piece together the plans
of escaping this strange feeling
in my gut
a gut full of alcohol and not much food.

Feed me education
and break the force
that holds me down.

I know I've asked a lot of you
but I trust you.
 Sep 2014 Lahela
Disclosed
My garden
 Sep 2014 Lahela
Disclosed
I emptied my entire being into your soul
hoping to fill a part of you long left barren

I watered your mind with my tears
hoping to grow a garden

Yet when spring came along
and the flowers had bloomed
and your soul had blossomed

I was left
nothing more
than forgotten
 Sep 2014 Lahela
a gale
“You are my
greatest what if,”
she whispered

But **** it,
what if was never enough
to make her stay

What if was never enough
to make things right

What if was never enough
to make things work

What if was never enough
to keep her from letting go.

What if will never be enough

a. gale
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