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Elizabeth Beasley Poem
It hurt that night. Not the night it should have hurt,
When those pills were scattered across your bathroom
floor
No, it didn’t hurt then
I just stared out my window at your house, which
happened to only be a block away, so lucky we
were to live so close, but so, so unfortunate
I stared at the hypnotic flashing red and blue lights.
I heard them as they arrived late in the night, and I watched
them leave early in the morning
Only a single tear slipped that night. And I never moved
from my window
Not even for a second
That’s not the night it hurt, not then but on a random Tuesday
night, when my family wasn’t home and I didn’t have anything
to distract myself with
That's when it hit me. That’s when it hit me and I hit the floor
with how fast and how heavy the emotions got.
Drowned by grief, stuck on the ground as if waves were
pushing me under. A lot more than a single tear slipped out
that day.
A whole ocean did- an ocean of my grief, an ocean of my love
Oh, it feels so empty here, why is grief so lonely? Is there no hand
to hold?
It didn't hurt the night it should have, but god it hurt just as much
Copyright © Elizabeth Beasley | Year Posted 2024
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Elizabeth Beasley Poem
My one and only, as lovely as a dove
Oh how I cherish my sweet, sweet girl
Who alone defined love
When I first saw her I felt my heart unfurl
How could I compete
Such an innocent soul, untouched by another
Winning her heart was no easy feat
Even now, her lips still feel like summer
Copyright © Elizabeth Beasley | Year Posted 2024
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