Screaming from the thorn bushes
Watching from the shade
Never asking to be heard
Only to be saved
You never reached a hand to me
I watched you from my spot
Torn flesh and bruises
For this person I am not
I handed you a shovel
As you handed me a spade
Digging, digging deeper
In the silence of the glade
The sun was quickly setting
Many hours had passed
You closed your eyes forever
As I closed my own at last.
Friday, 4 April 2008
'The Safest Place'
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Wow so powerful it makes me imagine death but also needed help and being left to it.
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