Wednesday, June 1

Around The Fear

Around the fear
of sadness
I quiver
& give plainly
away the day

to something
unkind That
I should frail
such at nightmares
, weeping
wet skin sheets

Where is she
gone because
where gone have
I ? not too
far but frail

It’s this lonely
home that so
warmly held my
hand & wrapped
away unknown

better times for
when one day
I am not cursed ,
but for happiness
shone & the

triumphant love
of just—hi-hello
soup that is
& joy at last.

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