Exhausted Love

If I have any talent,
Standing at the Heavenly gates,
I hope to say…
I’ve used it all.
Gut me out in the open
To save the blood-thirsty World,
Or share more of my Art
To spread a re-birthing compassion
That’s a poet’s Life
For me
Love is all around me
Day by day
Word for word
As I write more poetry
Until my favorite words are bleeding
Down from the realms of Heaven.

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