SHE LIVED SHE DIED                                         She lived alone drank her booze found comfort in her pills. She lived hard she loved too much, she was vulnerable, naive, too needy, too giving. She died alone. --for Marilyn SOULMATE Strangers come and go. They pass on the street. They look at each other, but their eyes never meet. Strangers here and there. They look around, taking it all in; the sky, the ground. Strangers chance to meet. It was a plan. . . destiny. . . fate, this chance meeting of one, two, soulmate. LET ME HIDE I want to be here, in this place. Don't draw me out. A comfortable, warm, safe space. I won't go without a kick and a shout. Don't make me face it. Don't make me feel it. MY WEAPON Some use guns others prefer knives and fists. They shoot, they slash, they strike; shattering life in an instant. Faith is my weapon, my guide. Saving life in an instant.   Poems Page 2 Poems Page 3 Poems Page 4 Poems Page 5 Back to home