Only a poem

I am running from meeting to meeting, from writing to writing. Ijust have time to enter a poem today.

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Life and Death at the Station Cafe (death, conflict and life)
Book I: Death
Poem 8: Best Friend

Distert memories
Suffering battles
Wars
Cutting though the shades
Her weapon is her best friend
Down the hill
Over the fences

Pain disappears
Blood never dries
In the far distance
Bangs
Loud Cries

Run, run
Till the past fades
Her companion talks
Kills
Destroys
Down the hill
Over the fences

Run, run
Escaping life
Away from her self
As the mist transforms
Into her friendly hell.
© Regis Cabral, 11 March 2005

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