It was a graveyard and overcast sky
and I sat with book and accordian in hand,
hearing the world with its screams
swallow up around me.
The people whom I had loved and lost,
Papa with his silver eyes
Mama her sharp tongue and tough love
Rudy whose hair the colour of lemons
and questioned why, the living and dead,
worlds apart, yet both did not have a choice.
I stood and screamed so that everything shook
the burning rubble and ash and dust
willing my words to bring it all back
but it did not come, and my breath rose in gasps.
Death had looked me in the eye and said,
“It’s not time yet.”
I would shut my eyes to the world
only decades later.
I will understand that there was hate and pain
there was sadness
but even more so, there was love and joy.
I will know that the people I loved had reason
to kiss goodbye
whether it was their own hurt
or saw it as a necessity,
but they were never truly gone from me
always somewhere nearby,
in the thick and thin
frail and worn
of times.
I would learn
to forgive Death that day.
I will understand that
and I will be hurt,
but I will be okay.

~

Not all deaths are sad.
Some, meant to ease their own pain,
Are called freedom.
While some,
Meant to ease the pain of others,
Are called love.

© BT

she was a young girl in this cruel cold world all she ever dreamed about was diamonds and pearls, She met a man he was great just for a week then when she was comfortable he put her on the street, told her to make his money so both of em could eat, she was scared so she did it hoping he would see that a girl like her didn't belong on the street's. She was wife material she had all these big dreams, sooner or later her dreams would fade, after all those nights of being on the street
she was sick
she was tired
she was lost
she was beat.
Hurting inside but nobody could see she faked a smile but her pain ran deep, she was done with the streets she was ready to leave but he put his 40 to her face and told her if she leave he'd pull the trigger and watch her bleed....................