Goddess of Grief

She’s never fought for, so she has to learn

on her feet.  Feeling unnoticed is all that


it seems.  She’s not mad you see, rather, she’s sad

that the world put up all that nasty red, red


rope.  Making your life some sad and silly joke.

It’s the yellow police tape, keeping you

in, so you can give witness


to what you witnessed —Standing terrified of what

your eyes just watched, wounded in crossfire.

The paper crumples then falls.  It’s like spending


your lifetime just tryin to get by then there comes someone

who’s eyes show you the time.  Then it is the


bleeding for the beauty of everything from without.


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