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

Saturday, November 24, 2012

I Tried



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I tried
to dress your wounds
with a piece of worn burlap
but the weave was rough
against your raw hurt
and the blood seeped through 

I tried
to fill your belly
from an empty bowl
but all I could offer
were apologies
so you left hungry

I tried
to calm your mind
with platitudes
but I could stop the storm from raging
with bromides
I had to stand in the downpour
to understand its fury

I tried
to warm you
with a burlap blanket 
but the fibers
let in the cold

I tried
to embrace you
but my arms have been bound
to my sides
so all I can give you
are wishes and prayers

But I tried
I really tried.