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I’ll never be able to say goodbye as I drape myself like a loyal flag
over a coffin and wish I could be buried too and wish I had a prayer.
I’m a worm of discontent and daisies are but a weed that feed on me.
Turned soil so fresh the flesh now gone, what’s the eulogy for a worm
that squirmed all through life?
He caught fish and that was his wish and with bigger fish to fry
he tried to make everyone happy
and feed the world with his heart.
Daniel William Concharty
The doctors hacked away at her chest
The emotions hacked away at my soul
So I sold my soul to whomever and prayed each night
swimming in a pool of sweat as the fight became mine
I was a kid watching a horror movie to move me from my
steadfast vigil to tackle the truculent tumor
at rest in her breast with unrest in the heart of our home
(How could this happen to my beautiful mother?
She was my confidant, my comfort and now I choked on her every word.)
I knew the five year cure rate, but it was an eternity that lasts till this day.
Her disease was my disease and I wondered where if ever was the cure?
Cancer was a word I became familiar with so young so soon and always battle
till it’s expunged from the language we all call hope.
I Dance Alone
I dance alone and stumble alone in the dark with a partner
who hates me
still I fumble and always look back for another day where play
sings my song and crushes the heels that kick me.
Hey band throw me another on the dance floor and play my favorite song
before it wears out the record.
My partner is light as air and I dare share my dance with her eternally.
For He Who Made Me Feel So Good
Do you know what it’s like not to be heard by another
but my words scream off the page.
Do you think when the ink dries you will hear me?
How about a friend who hears my heart, but will no longer just hear my hope.
On bended knee he will always be there for me
and I pray this will always be so.
Keep up the good word,