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He Is Slipping

by Carrie Michael

He is slipping into obscurity

And my hand is not strong

Enough to erase the smudges and

Squeak clean on his windows.

I see the dimness of his eyes

Feel the failure escape his skin

Take it on as my own blame

As he sits in his rainstorm

Howling silently at his life

Hope seemingly intangible.

                When he sleeps

                Innocence and exhaustion

                Blanketing his face

                I cry and ache and bleed for him

                And watch him intently

                Hoping to see the answers that

                Will redirect his soul

                In the business of his REM.

Copyrightę2000 Carrie Michael