Poem -
DNR
Do not give me easy slogans,
For they carry only dust
And I cannot hope to turn again,
I cannot hope
That there is a god in whom to trust.
Sit not at my side seeking conversation,
For the desert will no longer bear fruit,
And I cannot hope to turn again,
I cannot turn
When the sun blasted tree is dry from the root.
And do not resuscitate my paper bones,
They shall remain as scrolls of what could have been,
For I cannot hope to turn again,
I cannot,
Let the sea bear testament to my long dead dream.
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