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Bye-Bye my sweet little one,
there´s now no need to be afraid,
no one can hurt you anymore,
in the world beyond the grave.
On earth your spirit couldn´t rest,
you´d often run and hide,
frightened by the slightest sound,
before returning to my side.
Eleven years I kept you
and I loved you dearly too,
all the comfort that you brought to me,
when I was feeling blue.
When illness struck, I did my best,
but no one quite knew what you had,
until a final X-ray
then I knew that it was bad.
It broke my heart to let you go,
in tears my soul was drowned.
The one you trusted and loved the most,
had to really let you down.
I know you´ll have good friends up there,
familiar faces you will see.
So rest in peace my little one.
I set your spirit free.
31st May 2016
there´s now no need to be afraid,
no one can hurt you anymore,
in the world beyond the grave.
On earth your spirit couldn´t rest,
you´d often run and hide,
frightened by the slightest sound,
before returning to my side.
Eleven years I kept you
and I loved you dearly too,
all the comfort that you brought to me,
when I was feeling blue.
When illness struck, I did my best,
but no one quite knew what you had,
until a final X-ray
then I knew that it was bad.
It broke my heart to let you go,
in tears my soul was drowned.
The one you trusted and loved the most,
had to really let you down.
I know you´ll have good friends up there,
familiar faces you will see.
So rest in peace my little one.
I set your spirit free.
31st May 2016
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I hold back a fist full of dirt.
I'm angry, enraged.
I blame you.
I turn and open my hand, my eyes meet shimmering sand and I see...
A myriad of laughter shards,
a toy box crammed with forgotten times and cries,
the sweat of a humid summer day.
I close my eyes and my fist, breathing deep, calming down
To release this punch would be useless
I could throw it in your face, in your eyes but it would be a waste.
You wouldn't see what I see.
Literature
Shadowlife
I awake in horror
From a nightmare-killing
In which a childhood friend is lost,
Bleeding away into a pool of invisibility,
Murdered by my dreams.
Misha —
In reality
He departed from the living world
Years ago;
Spirited
Into the shadowlife,
Pulled upwards by the rope of despair,
Years ago;
His suicide and the letter
Written with the invisible pen of depression,
Faded on a page of blood,
Years ago.
Somehow I kept him alive
Sustained on the milk of imagination,
—Diluted, vivisected,
Disembodied, wraithed,
Estranged from time and age—
As thou
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crystalline
almost whole
dancing in the blue,
cresting waves beckon
from the deep.
enraptured
by swirling sea foam,
gathering star light
in my hands.
imposing
wreckage and jetsam
knotted in the reef,
lost landfall.
moonlit dip
across the never,
obeying the tide
ocean's pull.
quiet tears,
crystalline ripples,
salt and starry sky
tapestry.
unified,
ocean has my voice.
water glimmering,
exquisite.
you will swim
along her zephyr.
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Truly heart touching words
RIP Mara
RIP Mara