Wednesday, October 31, 2018

When

When your eyes go blurry, 
Follow the white lines
When your words are slurred,
You know it’s time.

We're a breath away
From the shadow
Starting every day
In a hole.

Seems to be no limit
To the pain
Or joy from the pulpit,
Just disdain

If we lock her up,
Well who’s next?
If they shut him up
At what risk?

We so much long
For gentle touch
We need a new song
So very much

Until we do find 
Such respite
Let's take the time
To comfort
...
One another 

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

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