The Fray With Death

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The Fray With Death

Don’t know where to go

Don’t know what to feel

Everything is surreal

The tide has finally turned

Cannot find the words

Know if I don’t, I’m gonna burn

Feeling quite drained

The will waxes and wanes

Finding You in the pain

With opened eyes take a breath

Watching feet to take the steps

Into the fray with death

Mema

From original blog:
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
6:34am

Mema   (Elisabeth J. Morrison)

Some days I feel like I can actually breathe
Other it is ripped right out of me
Things that I said and others I wanted to say
Times that I wanted to be with her
But foolishly let life get in the way
Knowing that God has her
But wishing He'd do more
All these things push against me
Not allowing me to close grief's door
Everywhere I look about me
A reminder of sits
Once again feeling the breath from me ripped
How long till I can look about me
And not feel my breath cry
For her soft touch and dancing blue eyes

Mesha Flynn
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