I SIT WITH YOU

I SIT WITH YOU

I sit with you,

My hand rests on your shoulder.

I read my book

While you sleep restlessly,

You have no clue.

The night is getting colder,

You have that look

of age-old tiredness sleeping,

of pain and hurt,

of hours of fruitless weeping.

I sit with you,

My voice a soothing rhythm.

I recitate

My poems, my lines for you

It's seeping through

Your troublesome subconscious,

inner debate...

Your eyes open so slightly.

I will be here,

I'll sit here in this chair,

And create words

To paint your world lightly

And colourful,

With butterflying flutter

Pulling you through.

I sit with you,

Because I care, I get you.

I know the pain,

I know this too will pass.

And you know too.

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Meme at the top of the poem created by Mel Leach

Poem by Darren White

November 7, 2016