life out the door

its still not there
faded memories are no longer effective
she tried the medicine but the bottle
lay empty under the table

the children were left in the dark
her father was a bastard
he left after sleeping and
never returned

it is not possible to love
an angel before it flies
oh too high to be true

not feasible to take a bastard
feed his seed to little dark places
we led each other to
in the glaring light of judgement
you regard me so strange now
you see how I speak
you take me over that other place

this time they side with the other side

the children take what was theirs
and leave her with nothing but the shell she
drags around the sweat of her toil
all lost to the distance
the memory of life
now out of the door

swimming in the bubbling tide


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