As A Child I Prayed For Death To Release, Now No More By Jessica Ni Leacai

Posted on June 25, 2012 by jessienileacai

What a kind creature, you comforting came,
When nighttime soured the evening flowers,
And I lingered lonely there for you the same.

How helplessly, hanging on has haggard worth,
For thoughts imprisoned all these visions,
And your dust disintegrating in damned dirt.

Would not want, will this widow from interment,
Could lamenting longfully cure all that is wrongful,
And my advocate adorning the time left spent.

This poem can be read on poetry.com http://poetry.com/poems/321410

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Irish speaker and artist. I love music, art, languages,literature, history, travel, photography, and comedy. I love Ireland, my heritage, the old ways and the beauty and people of this small island and its surrounding tiny islands

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