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Kristine Condon Poem
“Okay”
You ask me if I’m alright
I say “I’m okay”
You say you worry about me
I tell you “don’t worry, it’s okay”
You wonder if anything is wrong
I say, “Nothing is wrong, everything’s okay”
You ask if there is anything you can do
I tell you, “you don’t need to do anything, I’ll be okay”
Then I have to look to see and ask myself…
Am I alright?
Why do they worry, should I worry?
Is there anything wrong?
Is there anything I can do?
Then I know…
I’m not okay
It’s not okay
Ok?
Copyright © Kristine Condon | Year Posted 2012
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Kristine Condon Poem
Oh pretty, pretty gun,
Will you be my friend?
Oh pretty, pretty gun,
Will you make this all end?
Oh pretty, pretty, shiny gun,
Can I ask you a simple task?
Oh shiny, pretty gun,
There is only one thing I ask.
My pretty gun is now my friend.
My pretty, shiny gun, will help it all end.
Oh my pretty, pretty, shiny gun,
Thank you for what you have done.
My shiny, pretty gun, my death has now been won.
Copyright © Kristine Condon | Year Posted 2016
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Kristine Condon Poem
Oh pretty pretty gun,
Will you be my friend?
Oh pretty pretty gun,
Will you make this all end?
Oh pretty pretty shiny gun,
Can I ask you a simple task?
Oh shiny pretty gun,
There will be only one thing of you I ask.
This pretty pretty shiny gun is now my friend.
It tells me how it can make all the hurt end.
All I have asked was to make everything final and done.
And now, this pretty pretty shiny gun is the one who won.
Copyright © Kristine Condon | Year Posted 2018
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