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LITTLE BOY
Death swirls at my feet
And a memory on repeat
As you snuffed the air in me
Know that I dared to breathe
The curtains keep the light at bay
Yet they glow brighter every day
Footprints echo past the door
Matched the beating of my heart
Whispers dance beneath the floor
But I can't hear them anymore
What's the use in moving on?
When everything worth love is gone?
And now there's comfort in the trees
Lark songs shifting through the breeze
And now there's safety in the dark
I'll gladly sink into those arms
Although the past is long since dead
The trail was steeper in my head
I miss them more when they're too near
So as I fall, I'll hold them dear
The ground became the sky
As I closed my eyes
And I was swimming far above
Fear
Published 25th Sep 2018
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27th Sep 2018 4:13am
As I read this tears fall from my eyes. I once lost someone so precious that reading this cracked open that wound.
I know poets don’t get this often but, thank you. There is a lot packed in that thank you but it’s for me to feel again not to be shared. So thank you again for helping me feel again.
I know poets don’t get this often but, thank you. There is a lot packed in that thank you but it’s for me to feel again not to be shared. So thank you again for helping me feel again.
25th Jul 2024 8:19pm
I know it's been a long time, and I'm not sure why I never responded. This comment was incredible to read, that my words could have such an impact on someone is the greatest feeling a poet could dream of. And I am very sorry for your loss. Sending much love your way.
- UV
- UV
30th Jul 2024 9:29pm
No worries on the response.
I come back time to time to read this again and remember. Every time is as if I'm reading it for the first time, and I love it.
Thank you for this little gift.
--B
I come back time to time to read this again and remember. Every time is as if I'm reading it for the first time, and I love it.
Thank you for this little gift.
--B
