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A Love Letter
A Word
Went on a Caribbean Cruise
I was
Ode to a Naked Mannequin
The Nightmare
• Suicide
There's an empty space
When the tyranny
Sitting on a limb
The words are becoming
Left California
The Search
Another Thought
A Short Story
The swirling simplicity
I'm a separate
The black hole
I've given up
The New
The Winds of Crete
A Song
A Message
A Question?
An Answer
And suddenly





I hardly had a chance to know him
And then — he wasn’t there…..
Blew his brains out
         on a rainy night
         on a beach…
OH SHIT!!  It’s so unfair.

A face appears clearly etched in my mind
And I am reaching desperately to find
         an explanation.
It happens all too often
But this happened all too close.

Why do I constantly rack my brain 
Trying to explain, (to myself)
The intricate workings of someone else’s

I’ve always maintained that it’s easier to
         bear my own pain than someone else’s.
Right now it’s harder to accept that I
wasn’t even aware that it existed.
Am I fighting with the fact
That deep down in my guts
No ifs, ands or buts. . . . .
It ALL exists in me?
And I’m not tapping enough
Of my own sensitivity?

Turn off the wheels in my head
Give myself some breathing space
Maybe with a little time
Answers will fall into place. 


© 2010, Doris Schachter


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