Jamie Dewyer - Organ Donor

Will is less than hope
--she said

This dream is never ending
You call from pools of innocence
Diluted by your grandeur


I scrape these crumbs in soiled piles
Crawling in my ditch
These meager tendrils keep me fed
These rags to clothe my itch


Prayer is for the dead
-she screams


A coffin for your nest
To pray to save to educate
To dream to disappear

I am
Only kind of here
But more or less
A ghost

Jamie Dewyer

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