Richard Betts Poems

As I entered the room and somberly approached his bed,
'Why are you so sad? ' My five-year-old son said.

I gave him a kiss and turned off the light.
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You were such a youthful flower,
But I suppose God chose you not to stay

Because, even He, loves the most beautiful roses
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Measure the hours
Spent with your head down,
Searching for yourself.
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We send another dagger deep into its side;
And still we are forgiven.
We crucify and curse it,
If every dropp of blood is not given.
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When I was young and brave,
And my world was fun and new,
I'd pick a bunch of dandelions
And offer my flowering hands to you.
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You told me of your demons,
And how they taunted you.
You fought to be strong,
But your weakness; it haunted you.
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He decided to leave her past behind,
And keep her love a little more confined.

So they slipped away with no farewell,
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We keep your secrets
And all your sins,
Close to ourselves
And away from him.
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In the fields where you used to roam,
You lay tangled up in his chains.
And now when he leads you home,
Your spirit is choked by his reins.
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Borders and bridges and battleships,
The lies that slip from your slithering lips.

The color that taints your suffering and sorrow.
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