I’ve learned sometimes
Feelings are left better
Unedited
Poetry can be
Raw and real
Without being polished
To perfection
Because life
Can bring joy
But it can
Make you angry
Too
Spitting fire angry.
I’m angry at Covid
It didn’t steal you
Away from us
But it stole last
Moments and memories
Phone calls
And messages
Are not enough
When someone you
Love is fading
Like a sunset
That will
Never return
To its glory.
There were last
Moments
Last memories
Stolen by
Beasts out
To destroy
Cancer took
You from us
Covid stole time
Time that can
Never be given
Back to us
Last memories
Stolen
By a quiet
Enemy
Out to
Destroy.
Life nor poetry
Can’t always be lived
Edited
Life ebbs
Away even
As a broken man
Prays for
One more day
One more
Moment
And still she
Fades away
Taking a part
Of your soul
With her.
We see the
Way
A part of you
Died the day
She died.
© Michelle R Kidwell
July.11.2022
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Michelle Renee Kidwell
Abled does not mean enabled. Disabled does not mean less abled.” ― Khang Kijarro Nguyen
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