Finally clean

2017 poems

If I could

Turn back

The pages

If I could

Turn back

The notes

If I could

Take away

The pain

And erase

All those darn

Drugs from

Your brain,

I could and

Absolutely would

Now that you're


Away from earth

I still feel like

It's some kind

Of evil curse

As I'm walking

Out the door

In tears,

On the way

To your grave

I pray to the

Holy spirit

As I'm drenched

In a puddle

Of fear

Only because

You're no 

Longer here

©Cherisse Powers


Author's Notes/Comments: 

r.i.p. Jeffrey Mayer

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