Losing You

Poem

ah,
that’s right
Life,
it takes a toll
The demands
we fight
without selling
our soul

when,
we live this existence
we enjoy
what it yields
live in it with malice
our soul found buried
in the fields

where is my
rescue
from the soils
forbidden
that destiny of
freedom
that has been set
and written

what would it take
to find peace
to endure alone
in this change
as you leave me
here on my knees
I have lived for you
but now to rearrange

I set myself in for the night
to be in your comfort
finding quickly with delight
away from the day I suffered

more by THOMAS DEANGELO

photograph by Karl Fredrickson

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