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Be My Hero - Poem
Be My Hero
Can Thou Save'st Me?
Let this broken huddled mass in its' everyday glass
pour fourth from it's vines a Rhine of white ocean tithes
that kill the fruit which mingles and jingles little combs of blessed repute.
Feel the tears of its' mourning and heed the warning that flows from
broken days rattled in chains that long for crispy air coddled in reverent
This is thine hindrance that kills, and chills, and reveals to everything I see,
How must then I die forever a day and never be with thee?
Cease to believe that we cannot be and finally agree that with me is where 'tis meant to be,
Trade thy source of bleeding veins that nocturnal wings wean in solace and grief,
this I ask in quiet relief .. Can thou save'st me?
-© Robert Hutchinson