-no title yet-A Poem by SteevenThe struggle against addiction lost another freedom fighter
Let me take you Hand. Walk with me,
Taste the tavern where we met again. I hear your confessions from then, Smell your skin Feel the twist of our necks And the colossal weight of my chest Caving-in. Hand, can you see the bits of paint? All in the yard, white specks Surrounding the foundation As though the old farm house shivered, Knowing what was happening within. A beautiful dope house. An acre A big oak tree, you sat at the kitchen table Waiting, it seemed like just for me, And when our eyes me we warmed the room Didn't miss the glass for the window Or the heat removed from the busted heater. Take me Hand, for today i was let into the loop, Indirectly. Silently. Given the news. And when i was contemplating on running, Jumping from a larger ledge, Doing my decade bit upstate, You moved the sun. Let the light splash through What many see as a weed- The pastel pink like blossom of myrtle, If the branch were to shrink. So take me Hand And guide me I may not always listen But guide me With the love Only we knew. © 2016 SteevenReviews
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