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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Thursday, December 29, 2011

This Child

 Photograph: Getty Images

This child you love so much destroyed your life
One time you were a strong colt running free
but now you're broken and forever saddled
This child you hate so much has saved your life

More than enough of all you never needed
and grabbing for as much as you could get
A frenzied trip to everywhere and nowhere
Girl, will there be a next stop after here?

This child, this child, this child- it's all this child
Your life, your life, your life-where did it go?
The emptiness inside you isn't screaming
The hopelessness begins to settle in

This child you love so much destroyed your life
This child you hate so much has saved your life