a word
a whisper
spoken
and never heard
a prayer
past tearful cheeks
as blood from torn wrists
to the floor drips
Help she asks
and no one hears
she cut her wrists
with shards of broken glass
I see this scene in dreams
this memory too long lasts
tangential to my past
I wish I heard
her soft sweet words
I wish I held my child
now both are gone
and I live on
haunted by a memory
© 2008 Brian's Prose
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Extraordinarily painful and touching.
ReplyDeleteI will keep you in my thoughts and prayers. God willing, stem cell research will find an answer to your suffering, and help alleviate it, if not vanquish it entirely. It will be what I pray for.
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