Dialysis

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You walk in and look around; you see no warmth, nor hope for tomorrow, there is no laughter in that room. All eyes are vacant; little hope shines through…

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She has flare in her eyes
and smiles like an angel.
Muse her hows and whys
her love is so faithful.

She contrives my future
and makes arrangements.
She gives me away
to transcend Her ailments.

She has flare in her eyes
yet misfortune o’re her head.
Her love for me is not disguised.
“I’m only doing this for you.” She said.

“I’m only doing this for you,
I don’t want this pain.
I’m only doing this for you,
what else have I to gain?”

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Where Will I Be When The Wind Blows Again?

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The wind is out’a my sails,
I’ve fought the gales,
and lost my tack,
I’m off the chosen track.

Now in the eye of the storm,
my canvas is torn,
I have no bearing,
and sit here despairing.

Blackness girdles my boat,
hope it stays afloat,
the tempest rushes me again,
Where will I be then?


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