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In remembrance
All that I can do
Is sit slack jawed
And picture you,
A vision of kindness
Nurturing us with
Clay soaked hands
I lost a constant reference,
A personification of grace
When I lost you
Now a hazy memory
I can only
Strive to complete and become
From clouded dreams
Of watching you be.
Wednesday 3rd October 2018 12:11 am
Cage
Been turning myself to blue and green,
Trapping and locking myself in this fucking cage
Again
And I can't, I cannot, I will not
Let you in here.
Nothing more can rely on me.
And i will spend my days putting stoicism and serenity on pedestals,
And I will be hopeless and choked
And my heart will be lurching
And it passed right by me,
But I realise now that no hand is so...
Tuesday 5th December 2017 1:32 am
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