Amanda Renee Bowers Poetry

I WANT YOU
I NEED YOU
TO HOLD ME WHEN
ALL DOESN'T PASS
I CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE OF IT ALL THE PAIN
LOSSING YOU. EVERY MEMORY CUTS ME LIKE A
KNIFE RIGHT TROUGH THE CHEST. I LIE HERE
TRYING TO KILL THE PAIN OF LOSSING THE
ONE OF THE ONLY PEOPLE I HAVE EVER
TRUELY CARED ABOUT AND LOVED.
I WANT YOU
I NEED YOU
TO HOLD ME WHEN
ALL DOESN'T PASS
ALL THE PAIN COMES RUSHING BACK TO HAUNT ME
LIKE A THOUSAND KNIVES STABING ME IN THE HEART.
THE PAIN IS JUST TO REAL TO HANDLE. I START TO
CUT UP MY ARMS AND STOMACH I REALLY WANT TO SEE
YOU AGAIN EVEN IF I HAVE TO DIE.
I WANT YOU
I NEED YOU
TO HOLD NE WHEN
ALL DOESN'T PASS
MY PARENTS FIND ME DEAD IN MY BED ROOM WITH
MY THROAT CUT WIDE OPEN AND MY ARMS SLICED
OPEN BEYOND RECLUSION THERE IS BLOOD EVERY WHERE
TONIGHT I GOT THE WISH THAT WOULD KILL ME TO SEE YOU
AGAIN UNCLE LENNY.
I WANT YOU
I NEED YOU BACK
TO HOLD ME WHEN
ALL DOESN'T PASS


THEY SAY THAT TIME HEALS EVERY THING (THIS TOO, SHALL PASS) BUT ALL DOES NOT PASS WHEN IT COMES TO DEATH

Poet: Amanda Renee Bowers