pattianne

lonely

angry phone calls

beacons in the night

I would walk off into water

to rid me of this life

spinning into darkness

desperate for some light

I was lost to myself

standing alone on the street

rain pouring down my face

moments appear only once

footprint patterns trace

calling out to the sky

a torn sad juggling clown

carelessly tossing pride and purpose

invisible without a sound

rolling through fright and mist

my life falling through my hands

dreaming of the love I missed

reaching down you held me

curled up and huddled tight

lying with a childlike grin

opening my tired and

shallow eyes

finally able to see

I found a perfect angel

gently handing my life

back to me

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