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Hero

Crying…
She is crying…
She is crying, alone…
She is crying, waiting for me…
Stand up!
Shatter the chains holding you back!
Go running out the door!
She is waiting!
For me.

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Night terrors

Awake.
I reach for you
in the dead of the night
and I’m startled to discover
You’re gone;
the sound of footsteps on the stairs
the bedroom door knob turns
to my relief –
You’re there.

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Gone but not forgotten

The bar,
Saturday night.
He drank away his grief
and just tried to forget about
His wife;
he hadn’t seen her in ages
but he could still feel her –
her touch, her smile…
Oh God;
it’s been two years…
She suddenly got sick
and before they knew what to do…
She…She…
She couldn’t leave.
He’d never left her side,
so she would not abandon him.
Not now;
when he needed all of her strength
to put down the liquor,
to stand back up
and live.

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Parched

Despair
is daily trips
to a dry, empty well
hoping in vain that you will find
water.