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Three Letters
•One• ( Satan )
I write this to you, a cathartic exercise
In life, and what I hope to learn in its attempt.
I write this, though I don’t know why, perhaps you do.
I’ve never believed you were the beast people say,
That the church preaches, and the Bible teaches us.
But the way to explain what goes on in the Mind,
Where everything resides when we’re born, as we live
And then, always too soon, though some are blessed
- we die.
•Two• ( Dad )
I write this to you, a cathartic exercise
In life, and what I hope to learn in its attempt.
I write this, though I don’t know why, perhaps you do.
You know I recently lost you, and got Him back.
I was with you till the last, looked up, there He was.
And when I talk to you, it’s Him I feel hears me.
I’ve nothing to repay Him with, except my faith
Restored when I felt you returned into His keep.
•Three• ( Son )
I write this to you, a cathartic exercise
In life, and what I hope to learn in its attempt.
I write this, though I don’t know why, perhaps you do.
Hello, Joey, it’s been a while since I’ve felt you;
The phantom presence in my womb long-faded, gone.
It broke me when I sent the boxes to Goodwill.
Yet what I have of yours still remains in my heart,
I’ll take with me when Mommy’s loneliness says
It’s time.
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