They'Re In a Better Place
They're in a Better Place
This is not the time
for well-intentioned
testimony to
ethereality
so unfathomable
as these deaths
before me.
Praise heaven
and rejoice;
disguised as consolation
to me,
fractured,
who knows no better
than grief;
I have been left;
let me rage;
let me cry out
in torment;
let me.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
February 22, 2012
Copyright © Kathryn Collins | Year Posted 2012
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