In a Mind Life Goes On
you died long ago;
yet i still feel your breath
brush against me
like pen on paper
hard-pressed
searching a mind
for answers
unfound
i try to stay
inside the lines
they are everywhere
i turn
and I turn
wrist upward
and feel you
like a knife
against flesh
full force
it drains me
and i die
within each poem
born
and yet
somehow
you live
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2013
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