Go or Come

 Go away.

I  will not follow you;

no matter how much I want you.

Your dreams are nihilistic.

Some of mine are not.

You are bitter and caustic.

Those feelings are not mine.

But you want me.

'Come to me, just come.'

Resistance is mine.

For now, my feet stay planted.

But for how long?

That is not known.




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Black

Black is the night and my sight.

Comforting it is and so familiar.

And I see a figure approaching.

A bony finger beckoning me.

Beckoning me to join it.

A voice echos 'Walk the walk.

Join me and see an end.

Your blackness shall be no more.'

My eyes see black every where.

A decision is made.

Feet move.




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Darker, Starker

Getting darker

More starker.

A mess

Utterly hopeless.

So Alone

A moan.

Now stop

Final drop.




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Trust

Do it too much and others hurt you

Do it not enough and you hurt yourself

Too late for me, those words echo through my thoughts.

I remember feeling pulled and pushed: wanting him, yet not wanting him.

Listening to his words that sounded soothing, yet some how off.

Hearing what I wanted to hear and ignoring all else.

Trusting my fate to him and his sweet sounding voice that was not really.

Now all has been exposed before me and I am alone.

Wondering can I ever trust someone and not get hurt.

Not sure if I can.

What's the use of hoping.

Sigh.

Good-bye.  

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Lessons Learned

At last your heart has stopped.

I was wondering how long you had left.

I had mentioned  to someone a few days before

"A week, A few weeks, a few months, a year."

It was hard to see and hear you decline.

We did not have an easy relationship,

but we could be together and be happy.

You taught me a lot; however,

it took years for me to realize that.

You did the best you could,

and I thank you with a last bye.





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Your Voice

The vibrations of your voice against my ear drums are a gentle breeze.

The sounds generated feel like a Chinook wind after some bitter cold.

The temperature of your tone soothes my chapped skin like a spring sun.

The warm love of your voice reminds me of a sunny day.







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Better

Maybe a little better now.

Life has not been so easy recently,

but your friendship helps me.

It helps me to move forward;

to keep smiling and laughing.

But what I appreciate the most

is that you listen to me

when I feel alone and afraid.

After telling you my secrets,

that you will keep, I feel better.

Sometimes a little, sometimes a lot.

But always after getting a hug from you,

I feel glad to be alive.





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