I Come, I Push, I Take, I Leave by Barry FranklinI come,
in fury of breath
with fire I sing
to your fragile ears
I sing of a death
I push,
on you all my pain
as if you could hold
the weight of my world
on your tiny frame
I take,
what you should have kept
to make you complete
the pieces of you
the tears that you wept
I leave,
the mark of my scar
your happy in ruin
not one thing untouched
have I gone too far?
01/25/2008 Posted on 01/25/2008 Copyright © 2024 Barry Franklin
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