Contributor: Scott Thomas Outlar

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Sweetly she
used to sing to me
used to hold me close
hold me and never let go

Now and then
I try to heal and mend
sew up these broken wounds
pretend this heart is shiny and new

Longingly
I pine to hear her breathe
lying beside me here
where pillows are soaked with my tears

Rumble sky
bring forth the fury, I
need a fresh dose of wrath
shatter myths that are holding me back

Bleeding flesh
succumbing to cancer’s curse
black coated tar filled lungs
we live but we just never learn

Lovingly
she used to comfort me
she used to cradle me
whisper me into sweet dreams

Now it’s true
there’s nothing else to do
but sing a song to you
and pray that you’re not quite as doomed


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Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa where links to his published poetry, essays, and fiction can be found. Stop by, say hello, and drop him a line...he loves to connect with new people.