Don't

Don't

by

Lowvee Cole

Take my hand
I’ll lace my fingers in
We’ll swell with that
which we know all to soon we’ll no longer have
Long lost hope
has trailed off into smoke
to the place where dreams
have been beaten, burned, cremated by this disease

I’m breaking
You’re shaking
It’s taking all of you
I’m angry
You’re hurting
And I am on my knees begging for you to
Hold on Hold on
Don’t go, don’t, don’t you let go
Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.

Blow by blow
The ghost of you here grows,
hear the whispering
sound of death taking life by the grace of her key
Your heart beats cold
its center fills with stone
You’re to hang your cloak
the skin you are, but your not, for your soul has outgrown

All I know has gone south
Where to go from here? From here?