This Bench

by Megan Aries - Not entered

To sit on this bench with me is to sit with death.
I will transfer my pain to you.
You will feel me inside you.
The voices I hear will say your name,
and beg you to let them in...and you will
You will be me, and I you.
I need your peace. I need your sanity.
I need you to take me from this monster,
from this death.
Please do this for me, my friend.
Do this one simple thing.

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Date created: 1998-11-11 20:49:51
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:41
Poem ID: 51068

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