there is a little girl
within me
who will always want to save him
because she couldn’t save her daddy
aching to rescue the man
from degenerative patterns
the caving pit inside his chest
bourbon
and a world full of cruelty
but her efforts will be futile
as she requires that he attempt to live
love wasted
because death is making a better offer
One reply on “dying men”
You are the ONLY poet who could write such pearls. Well done, very nice to pay you a visit again.