Goddess of Grief

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

on her feet.  Feeling unnoticed is all that

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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

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bleeding for the beauty of everything from without.

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