Poemic Peaches

If you are truly still alive

and breathing,

forgive me my still reflections,

my recurrent deliberations.

Time is still allure,

an elusive figure coming out of the dark.

Surely you do admit no recuurence of such fate

as to strike me dumb.

If you are still alive,

draw me into the House of Hope,

take me away from the ropes of death,

still more

speak to me softly.

If thou art still alive,

grace me with your presence,

do not

screech Ne'ermore

or strike me with matches

as to make me a witch.

If you are still alive...