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the poetry of Charles Fry

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6 January 1995

so i painted a red cross on my chest

my flesh melts into shadow
as i reach into the darkness
trying
trying o so desperately to find
hope
but knowing not where it lies

where is she?
what great fiend has torn her away
how ever can i live alone
with no one to love or love me

trembling
staring madly at the dying world around me

cold
is it cold?
did it rain?
where
where has she gone!

the scream of a child is my only answer
assuring me that the pain in my soul lies not
for she is now else where

slowly blood is dripping into the chamber of my heart she filled
which only through painful struggle have i kept open for so long
but vain
is it done in vain?
will her emptiness harden into stone?

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