The Gravitational PullA Poem by Michael G. SmithThis is about the effects of suicide.The Blood Letting As Heaven’s tears Senseless pawns All Crying silent fears
For you, it went right For me oh, so wrong You’re painless, numbness… Not the same, I’m here still hanging on
Memories reenacting A mother’s suicide act Keeps haunting, places A monkey upon my back
Stealing sunlight, love so easily Takes heart of soul Binds horizons highways Forever stuck within gravity’s pull © 2020 Michael G. Smith |
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