March 12, 2025Poem
You still sleep
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You still sleep
I wept
I still weep
I will a while yet
There is no end to it
The pain of it
The rend of it
There is only the waiting
The wanting
The despair
I sit here
As you lie there.
There are days
When I flow
As a river
The hope in me
The blood in me
And then there are days like these.