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Don’t

Copyright 2008 Lowvee Cole


Take my hand

I’ll lace my fingers in

We’ll swell with that

which we know all to soon we’ll no longer have

Long lost hope

has trailed off into smoke

to the place where dreams

have been beaten, burned, cremated by this disease


I’m breaking

You’re shaking

It’s taking all of you

I’m angry

You’re hurting

And I am on my knees begging for you to

Hold on Hold on

Don’t go, don’t, don’t you let go

Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.


Blow by blow

The ghost of you here grows,

hear the whispering

sound of death taking life by the grace of her key

Your heart beats cold

its center fills with stone

You’re to hang your cloak

the skin you are, but your not, for your soul has outgrown


All I know has gone south

Where to grow from here? From here?

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