a poem by Janie Davel
With steel to my trembling lips and a whisper to the trees
I breathe one last time a faint hope into my bleeding heart
Fragments falling deeper into all I wish to be
It hits the bottom of the bottle – my wish to be free
A distant cry of a missing child haunting my night
The voice of a loved one…
The sirens, the screams, Endless violence
cutting through my broken dreams
Another sip, And I am somehow blinded,
left for dead
My stubborn pride…
To quench a thirst love alone could satisfy, I drank deep from her mouth
And I now see her with wet eyes…
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