 is not a panacea for Life's bloody dirge waiting for right time, and place to cut the warp of Time. who dares walk with Death in living light, dying breath piggy-backed on inhalation of the daily grind. hear you, free ones unaware of Death's loud Call who point me to my loved ones as safe steps of ressurection from my hellish pit cajoling, pleading, ever so determined to convince "for their sake's" "how many of your friends would mourn your unsolicit passing" "think of grief laid time-filled burden on your children if you die" Ah! this out directed pouring of advisement quite disregarding of MY walk with long familiar, intimate companion Death ne'er a question in recognition of my personal inner thoughts my need to die my quest for peace for Life's final solution hid in Death ** All that keeps my soul untying from its shackled prison is a fragile Hope that maybe, help me, MAYBE Walking Death might find me living LIFE Death-shadowed but relieved. ********** Goessoftly Retired Therapist www.goessoftlyishere.com (Permission for reprints is required)   | LOVE THE CHILD | YOU DO NOT KNOW ME | Contemplating Suicide | ON THE COUCH | Can you sit and do NOTHING ? | LOSS ( a friend) | The Emperor and Silence is a Vote | Two Poems | I MISS You,Friend | | THE HEALING PROCESS | DISSOCIATIVE IDENTITY DISORDER | POETRY | |
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