achres

achres

I.
how dull the pain, how cruel the burden!
to know that memories of our conversations
will leave their minds, along with the devilish doses
of alcohol that will eventually leave their bodies.
how heartbreaking to walk near campus on Saturday night.

II.
for the lingering stillness beside me, I ache, I ache–
my heart and my spirit–together, we ache.
today, I sat down to write a free verse poem
but all that graced my lips were my words–in chains.

III.
I once dared God to ask for my forgiveness
because I feel left alone with no one to understand
my passion for life, for Him, for you.

IV.
those "Christians" sitting beside me
wish you well on your way to hell.

V.
maybe I shall stroll through these acres of wheatfields and ignore the crows

VI.

The End

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