Come And Go Poem by Adalie Hettie

This time it’s too late
The permanent markings are taking shape
I know it in my soul; I know it’s too late

Keep writing those lost entries
And swallow those ungrateful pills.
They’ll brighten the color of your gold plated jewels

Discolored, pale; right on the edge
I’m here and I’m real
I live somewhere beneath this skin

I know you and you wouldn’t dare ask
Beggar of men and your magical beings
The unwanted force stings my head

I’m through being burdened
Intrude on him!
No room here, my shelves are full!

While you’re away not caring
You’re lying and dying; you claim to be Free
And I, just dying