Home: Poetry: Ivy McKnight: Distant Friends

Dark blue haze masking the lies,
death was in his eyes,
I saw the tears about to fall,
had they not been stone,
he would have cried.
Not in control of his own death-grip,
but maybe itís suicide,
a fallen angel swept from life,
pulled from dreams were he could hide,
plummets from on high.
Why tumble down my little one,
we promise to help this time,
but with the best of intentions,
he collapses because,
we never undid his bind.
It was a mistake to bring him here,
but I thought he had to unwind,
for my mistake I begin see,
what price was paid when he,
lost faith in the god he did find.

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