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Last Hour With You

My last hour with you
will fear stricken be,
for after that last hour
you will be gone from me.

My last forty-five minutes
my heart will open up
and you will see my love
won't easily give up.

My last thirty minutes
will find me telling you
that you are the only one
that I could be true to.

My last fifteen minutes
will be the lonely ones,
for time will be so short
and then you will be gone.

My last minute with you
so short that I shall miss,
the wonder of your smile
and the sweetness of your kiss.

 

 

 

 

Regret

 

Perhaps when you called out

To me in your moment

Of pain, I should have

Come straight-away to

Hold you tight again.

 

Perhaps when your world

Grew so grim and you lost

Every friend, I should

Have called to

Let you know

All was forgiven then.

 

Perhaps when the moment

Came when you were

All alone and everyone

Abandoned you and dark

Your world had grown,

I could have taken

Just a moment to

Let you know I was there,

 

But you left without knowing

How much I really cared.

 

I’ve nothing left now 

I can give; I was a fool at best,

And as you grieve,

Please believe,

                I never loved you less.



The Last Suicide


Sunday, June 17,2001
The Paintsville Herald
Paintsville, Kentucky

"Kentucky State Police Troopers Billy Meade and Paul Estep responded to 180 Arrowhead Estates in Staffordsville Wednesday, June 13, to investigate the possible sucide of the homeowner. When they arrived, they found Francis June DeArmonde dead in her home."

Francis was my sister. I did not understand why she killed herself then and still don't. She had it all, or so we thought. I can only hope that from her death on, it will be .....


THE LAST SUICIDE

The last song she will hear,
the fading light of a night so clear,
the crying over, thank God at last,
the darkening of the heavens mask,
the grave patiently is at wait,
the men in black at the gate,
the bones laid out in eerie pose,
the pungent smell of a once red rose,
I look to my own soul and wonder if saved,
I reach down and pull myself from my grave!

Forever Dying

 

 

Before you I appear

As dead, lifeless sprawl

That you turn with

Your shoe, examining

Each scar, assessing

Every promise of

Dying hope.

 

I do not flip back

As your toe pokes,

For I know many

Ways to be dead.

You smile coldly

At my demise as

Bird does the worm,

Quickly digesting life.

 

I remain quiet, keeping

My death sacred

While gently

You tug at your laces.