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You're the outcome
Of a hurricane
The wind that broke my heart
Instead of branches
But this snap cannot grow stronger
Again
For my heart will forever be Changed by your outcome
Those words you've  said
Killed me
I saw that man fall in the street.
It was like he suddenly
lost his feet.
His sign went flying,
as did my mood.
I should've been crying,
will work for food.

I saw my friend breaking down.
She needed those pills,
but they weren't around.
Her hands were shaking,
as was my mind.
Her heart was breaking,
yet I left her behind.

I heard the sirens again tonight.
My stupid neighbors,
another fight.
I've seen that girl,
we spoke once or twice.
She's not in my world,
I've been more then nice.

There will always be something wrong.
Some lost soul
some sad song.
There will always be people,
to rearrange it.
But God, just once,
can we try to change it?
my hollow bones ache from
the crack they breathe
marrow gone dry
nothing left for
the birds of scavenge
ill take these useless bones
and throw them down a hill
wherever they fall
I will divine
at times i must be
unfiltered, undiluted, pure me
for if i let myself
restrict, edit, reform
one time too many
this death grip will never ease
for all the fear i hold
of letting the wrong thing go
is why i must let it flow
 Aug 2018 Mary Gay Kearns
Jermon
Do not lay down flowers
When I am
Past my death

For why weep over my fate
While assigning those flowers
The same?
08.08.2018
 Aug 2018 Mary Gay Kearns
Jermon
Why do we weep,
When one day upon the
soil we will be, placed
Our grief
upon the shoulders of time and memories, traced
By the ones who still
Breathe

Why do we weep,
When one day we will be buried in the earthen ground, deep
Hearing our cries, none but Earth

But yet,
Why do we attack her sacred soil, so fiercely
With no thought of the day,
When He will place us at the mercy of her walls,
Of gravel and dirt?

Then, we must weep.
08.08.2018
 Aug 2018 Mary Gay Kearns
Jermon
Poetry always flowed from my fingertips
Readily
And when a word was paged
It was never erased.

Not anymore.
08.08.2018
Writer’s block?
 Aug 2018 Mary Gay Kearns
Jermon
Stars shine bright
But wonder,
Death hath their plight.
12.08.2018
Those dead stars. Plus, death is inevitable no matter who you are.
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