Is It Poetry
A 'Therapist' - Poem by Is It Poetry
defines the moment for who?
Who needs who the most.
Why did I come,
after you left, before I called you.
When is it to late.
Can it coincide with ones religion?
Will I get molested just for dying?
Or have to wait in line after line,
after I already have.
Do I have even the most basic right
to one sober parent.
While I go through this life
or should I end it,
just to insure it wont happen again.
Female and male hand in hand
to the long bitter end,
of each session.
Perspectives aside who is even sure
any more but that
boys like a face that is soft.
While girls like a face with a beard.
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