* I had a friend who made this very sacrifice ... this is in his memory *
Caught between two storms Payne's Gray painted hurricane A tempest that churns ... inward A girl waits, you see ... Hopes dangling on a new heart The perfect match thrums my chest I have filled life's cup ... Sipped of the sweet and bitter Stained welcomes with its nectar Worked until weary ... Loved to depths and with passion Swum up souls like rivers, sweet Regrets? Yes ... and dreams But if 'twere mine once again I would surely live the same Still, I'm in no rush ... I've gazed the reaper's dim eyes Felt his keen breath on my neck I don't welcome him ... But there's a new life, precious A little cherub, dying ... Let this storm take me One last swim in the cold brine One last gift ... for an angel. ~ 4th Place ~ in the "Fives And Sevens" Poetry Contest, Joseph May, Judge & Sponsor. (Syllables = 5, 7, 7, 5, 7, 7 ... counted at HowManySyllables.com)
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