she told me

… that she didn’t have much time.

she told me that she didn’t have much time
what wasn’t her had occupied her space
and they were going to poison both of them
in hopes that she would live, and it would die

she told me of a lovely little girl
who needed looking after in the morn
of strength that comes from wisdom born of love
of frailty that strikes the bravest down

how do you fight what comes from deep inside
she asked me, then she told me, here am i
this journey isn’t one i’ve ever known
this path is worn, but not you or me

the warmth that fades away, the light that wanes
the helplessness of love to save its own

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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