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Redemption Shoestring
Redemption from self
An invisibility cloak
And sharpened dagger
No matter the tumultuous weather
Hail , Thunderous, Lightning
Could tame
The pain never stop's
Even if you stare at the tulips and the corn crops
Because redemption never forgot
It feeds off the rotten
Poem's and curses
No human Doctors nor Nurses
Can say for certain drug's will cure
Whether Pious or Impure
There is no cure for the Sinner or Flesh
Only a departure notice
From this world to the next
Will connect the dot's
And answer the questions
We feared to ask
Because if we knew
Everything life put us through
Was all in vain
What was the point of all the pain
And suffering discussion
What is right
And what is wrong
And why did I forsake
And mistake
The gift
I held without knowing
Each and every day
Was more precious than the last
I wish I had never past
I wish I miss
I was
For a second
Remembered
Copyright ©
Christopher Flaherty
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