Puddle of Tears
These sighs have become waves,
edging me on, wind to my sails,
my lungs expand, no air to inhale,
lips apart,
hands groping, like spiderman falling down the building
— behind the Alley.
I woke up to a puddle of tears,
my lids tried hard but my bank got rent,
the shallows, these gallows,
it is cold, Death howls,
I need a way of out, now or never,
but I am out of strength, I see no savior.
????Sage O'fire????
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