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There is a dying face in this room
across the way
she sits silently, just a drifting memory
eyes residing on the floor
memories creating a locked box in which
she is.
A simple smile could break it,
the lid falling to the floor;
but instead there is silence
the fear
it keeps them distanced
the passing by
their straight paths
commanding to keep walking.
But this poem
it isn't about them
the fearful
those many faces,
and no, not even about her
that broken chain, shifting in the chill.
It is about how I, this
simple stranger
one passing by
stepped off the path, the solid lines
and offered a simple
silent
smile.
across the way
she sits silently, just a drifting memory
eyes residing on the floor
memories creating a locked box in which
she is.
A simple smile could break it,
the lid falling to the floor;
but instead there is silence
the fear
it keeps them distanced
the passing by
their straight paths
commanding to keep walking.
But this poem
it isn't about them
the fearful
those many faces,
and no, not even about her
that broken chain, shifting in the chill.
It is about how I, this
simple stranger
one passing by
stepped off the path, the solid lines
and offered a simple
silent
smile.
Literature
Behind a Veil
When a suicide occurs, it stops everything, even if just for a moment. The signs of a suicidal person might all be there.
Appearing depressed or sad most of the time.
Talking or writing about death or suicide.
Withdrawing from family and friends.
Feeling hopeless.
Feeling helpless.
Feeling strong anger or rage.
Feeling trapped -- like there is no way out of a situation.
Experiencing dramatic mood changes.
Abusing drugs or alcohol.
Exhibiting a change in personality.
Acting impulsively.
Losing interest in most activities.
Experiencing a change in sleeping habits.
Experiencing a change in eating habits.
Performing poorly at work
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Hidden
I can't accept it
I don't want to fall
But i can't change it
Because it's me.
I keep it hidden
I keep it locked
Inside a safe
A deep, dark vault
In the farthest depths
of my mind.
Literature
Indian Summer
The Texas autumn froths
in shades of taupe and cinnamon
and lemon-scented yucca blooms -
waxen belles amid the spikes,
thickets of Jumano spears.
The Texas autumn ravages
the sunscorched clay with burning winds
that chew the live oaks all to shreds
and turn mesquites to kindling.
Wildfire breath.
The Texas autumn ticks along
in desiccated deer
yearning for a sip of winter
to ease their cracking riverbeds.
The Texas autumn flows
in rivers of molten tar
along the curbs, beneath the cars,
inexorable.
The Texas autumn breathes hard
like a woman in labor
and clings to the sun
with gifts of fiery fiddle strings
and a prayer f
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