did you know
some of us are dying
down here? and so
this is a missive
written in fear
for all that we are
losing and what has yet to be
set free.
and why do we have to
ask for what is obvious: that
you would pay attention to us?
no. we didn't ask to be
here but we like it
just the same; is there
a refuge from this pain
or will we live it all again? no
one seems to know --
but if you're there you do;
we could use some answers, and
we don't have anyone to ask
but you.
1 comment:
This is probably my most over-the-top, straight-ahead, lazy-rhyming poem in a long while. Hurting to hear of the death of a friend, and a friend's friend. And I tried to write something better, but this is all that will come out right now.
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