an emergency?

libbywithefords(really gay)™ •//
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an emergency?

there it is – the r a i n on the roof.

i hear it. i do.

a second gone, then another.

then another.

somebody's heart has s t o p p e d. somewhere,

but that's not m y problem.

is it?

i don't even know anymore.

so i lie back down.

not my problem, i say.

and the rain doesn't bother to listen to me.

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bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller,
a year agoReply
@libbywithefords Every morning you wake up, you have vanquished the demons of the previous night.

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a year agoReply
@bernardtwindwil thanks once again for the time you take to look through these thoughts of ours. i guess the message of this is that it's all about choice; you can fall asleep and forget, or lie awake and let the sounds of the night haunt behind your eyelids. and the grim reaper – well, he's a tough one to do battle with.

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller,
a year agoReply
I was usually there when those hearts stopped beating. This was beautifully written, My life's work after returning from the war, was to lock in mortal combat with the grim reaper day in and day out for 38 years. If it was on my watch, you could roll over and go back to sleep. The message of your poem is important. The mission of the strong is to protect the weak. Graet post.