Unattended 

  

 
Upon these cotton blankets
My head falls
Tired and wasted
I smell you like you never left
A hundred sentences
Composed from one breath 
The flicker of a memory 
A single droplet
Composed from one symphony
A sadness washes over me
Unattended now
Hushing echoes of my soliloquy
 
  

 

 
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Split Decisions 

  

Deep down…waits a soldier
When the spirits color is          …darkened by clutter 
There is a whisper of a warrior
Inevitably followed,however,          …by the curdling call of the taker 
The pull from the straps of ankle biters
The devilish temptation to give in
And let the battle win
Two choices heaving…”child decide!”
He chose…to kill himself
So I could live
I will fight our demons 
I will not quit!
He will be my hero
Leading…                                           From afterlives abyss