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…battle is lost, your wounds are open
breathing has stopped, you're lying there
broken

busy telling you, 'get up', 'wake up'
'open your eyes' 'come on please…'

but you've come this far
(i love you)
now rest
(i love you)
(don't go)

in peace
(please...)
A fragment of an old poem that I wrote when I was afraid that a person dear to me might be suicidal. It turned out okay, but the nightmares of that time haunt me still.
KathleenAMaloney Mar 2016
Leftovers...
Sometimes they eat just like a gourmet rocket ship
landed on the moon
And other times
Well, other times...
They could be the last stop just before the garbage can
The real Last Super.. After..
Realization.
.....for crimes that had never been comitted

If The Word says.. "I love you.. "
Which one woild it be?
Garbage returned?
Or
Garbage dumped out?

Pure Essence of Life..
pouring thru the space between fingers...
Now forgotten hand's Divine Givingness

Judas Price
Gold for Some
And bloods watery emptiness  for others
****** for Greed

Death of Christ

Tears are the realness of a Mothers Touch taken away
Witnessed, by God's Own Law,  Compassion.
Are their any who passed?

— The End —