Kathryn Garner Poems

I can dream of your breathing
Did you ever think of what you were leaving
Behind, so we can suffer our own pain
Crying over your fame
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This corpse is so far past due
And I swear this isn't you
I can feel your soul inside
And I thank god, it hasn't died
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The new day is now falling
Into this dead field
Your warmth is withdrawing
From all that I feel
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there is nothing here
nothing but waiting to burst
while soaking in drugs and beer
to rid me of a lifeless hurt
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the time, the story in a mind
i can lay here, in a place forgotten
cold fires so outlined
memories earned is all they've gotten
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youve left her, standing on her toes
bleeding for all the things she cant let go
a dancer slowly dying
in the process of her passion
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with the closing prayer
she ran away from them
ran away to meet him
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i have gone searching
for the man with
with the eyes so deep i will drown
and not care
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in her deepest sorrow
she ripped open the envelope
of skin
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i have become entangled
inside my empathy
which has in turn, strangled
my love, my life, to tragedy
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