Safe Passage ver 2Who is she, what is her lifeSafe Passage ver 29 years ago in Open More Like This
Daily tourment and torturing pain
Struggles with family through sickness
Battles with each other in times of health
Aside from that, the world shuns her
Despises her for her beauty, her mind and soul
Even in sleep the laughs plague her weary being
An intolerable amount of years spent loathing existence
How can she remedy the disease of life?
Suicide, no thats an ugly thing to call it
Self liberation from false imprisonment, thats it!
As the moon sets, she will rise in the name of freedom.
Take the knife from the cabinet and dig her self free
Escape the shackles of the burden called life
Looked down upon once, she now will gaze down from heaven
Her body stained by crimson relieve
Fleeing soul escaping through plentiful wounds
Death by a thousand cuts.
Her rescue from lifes prision is almost near.
Blood rains down upon the hateful earth,
Saturating the hearth with scarlet despair
As things get dark she hums a small prayer
Wishing her own soul safe passage to
in apartment b16I throw you as I hear the widow cryin apartment b169 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beneath us. I imagine
her to have a veil of make-up running
down her face, or maybe she is bent
in the shadow
of a crucifix or a sun catcher,
starving for some light.
I heard she once went bicycling
over the dry dirt
roads of Italy, and chased the man
she loved into a private
Then in Boston, or New Haven,
she would laugh, throwing
her stockings to the wind
as she watched them parachute
down where the children
They would smile ,
and life would begin.
But, really, as we drag and pull, she
is gone. She has moved past Amber
Street, and has taken
to baking breads,
and holding them
in her arms
as she once held