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If Pain Had No Beauty

If pain had no beauty

Where else would we be?

Loose, languid expression,

Scorned sobriety,

Unhurried of humbling;

Relational depth,

Our hearts and minds spread less

Than their broadest breadth.

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Uncomfortably unable to be numb

One more day I wanted

from the moment that you passed

one more conversation

to hear you talk and laugh

a year gone by already

and the void you left remains

this loneliness unbearable 

can't shift this fucking pain.

 

I tried to drink and smoke myself 

into an early grave

momentary respite from grieving

I still crave

but nothing numbs the feeling

of a paren...

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A Letter To Mother

I cried for your life

Grieving not only

For what I lost

But for all that you

Had taken from you

You deserved a fairer chance

To be, to live

I wanted those things for you

 

I wrote you a letter, once

When I was twelve, perhaps

It was less than a year

After your death

It may have been the day

Before cynicism reared

It's ugly head

 

Taking hold of my...

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Quoth Both

 

My daughter brought a Jackdaw in the house

And grief introduced itself

 

Melancholic and wounded

It hunched in the corner of the room

She fed him her loving eyes

Bread in tweezers

And named him Poe

 

Then this sanctuary

Took him

She phoned every night

He was mending well and with the magpies...

He was in the biggest aviary...

He was set free.

But w...

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