February 29, 2012
By , Walpole, MA
It’ll be inside me,
Shouldn’t it always be?
I’m afraid it’s not,
It’s becoming impossible to find.
I needed it before,
And I failed you.
When I call upon it,
It turns to take flight,
Similar to me,
Confronted by the truth.
I could use some,
A little;
A lot.
If it could be found,
I’d say those words,
And with them save a life,
And save myself.
If it passes by,
Let me know,
I’ll come hunt for it.
Don’t take it please,
For I’m already a coward.

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