Feeling the dark
Side of midnight
Trying not to
Let tears drop
Upon  my dampened
Shirt
Struggling to.
Find a pen
To write away
The pain

Sometimes my ghosts
Come to haunt me
So I sprinkle
Out words
To form a poem
And suddenly they disappear

we all fall in a dark abyss
of depression,
leaving out the people who love us,
only to protect them from this gorge of sadness.

I felt the pulse
Of the early
Morning sun
As she peeked
Behind the clouds
And gracefully danced
Her calmness beat
Into my soul
As I  walked
Toward the noise
Ahead

Sometimes it's hard
To laugh
When others
Are crying
Harder to live
When others
Are dying
When others around
Have plenty to eat
Yet right next door
There is no meat
A house of
Friends
Day in and
Day out
Let all alone
With no one
About
Abath of bubbles
With plenty
To spare
Yet you go
***** smelly
And bare
While choosing closets
Of shoes
To wear
Your shoes are full
With no holes
To spare
A limo.just goes
Speeding by
As for you
A dumpster standing
By
You don't have
Change
A dollar would do
To  put in
Your worn pocket
And make you
Feel new
May you be loved
With each crumb
You beg
And get a new
Soap for your
Bleeding leg
If I see you again
In one more line
May I stop what
I'm doing and
Give you
Some time

While you lay dying
In your bed
At home
Christmas lights
Across the street
Blinked off and
On
At each gasping breath
You took
The last of the
Blinking lights dimmed
As  you drew
Your last breath
The last light now gone
From outside
As the light from
Inside
Died

You are authentic
You are brilliant,
Fashionably eccentric
And undoubtably resilient
But in my little world
I'll  protect you, baby girl
For you are slightly delicate
Like a long string of pearls
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