Marlon Janaway Poems

Your soul flickered into existence,
and fought to catch a flame.
White coats tried to bring you back,
as your mother called your name.
...

As I leafed through the pages of my local rag,
I read of a man who had taken his life.
He had left in his wake a daughter or son,
unto the care of his grieving young wife.
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An involuntary sigh.
Eyes glassy with tears.
A heart that's too heavy,
for such tender years.
...

Oh peace, descend upon me,
assuage my care fraught senses,
you've been absent for so long,
I thought you never to return.
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