Were It Mine by Su

Saurell Boyers | June 15th, 2011 | a poem a day challenge | No Comments

Were it mine to count your days
Preset all the ways
Your life could twist and turn
This event, I would delete or burn
As your breathing slowly dies down
The scavenger crowd lingers on, curiously
Grotesquely, your life ceases abruptly
In my mind echo your last words
A tremulous, fearful, “Help me!”

Were it mine, to decide your fate
I’d drown their hate with love

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