He held his art to feel less alone,
yet his tears still tasted the same.
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Crooked
When courage wasn’t home.
he walked back down to the crooked tree
where light bows down to the night
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Halos
Tripping over broken halos
he realized he was not alone
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Yesterday’s
Time in yesterday’s space
reopens the healing heart today.
Fill
An empty heart
leaves room to fill.
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Razor
He saw the rust on the razor
as a metaphor
of an aging life untouched and unloved.
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Another
It took another beautifully broken soul
to understand him.
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Alone
He turned off the light
not because he wanted darkness
but because the light had become it.
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love
Something he heard of,
something he’s seen
something he never felt
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before
before your words became bruises,
before your hands were a weapon,
before my shirt lost its white,
and before tears were my food,
you were my father
and i was your son.
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Unfinished Souls 