how you are here again
like a prayer, but
then you stop there
and, oh god,
I don't dare,
you see, ask you
to help me help
you help me...
thus we stand,
and we dither like
fools on a stage
till I turn to go,
and you turn the page
as I stumble off
into town, drink
a dreadful night down
and I wonder without pity
if this might be how
the hopeless are made
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I love this poem, and I can relate to it. My friends who feel so hopeless in life break my heart, and all I want is to help them, but they're always the hardest ones to help. I bet they would appreciate this poem.
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I enjoyed sinking into the pathos
ReplyDeleteyou have so expertly conveyed.