On Asking for Help


I call on your soul
far too often it seems
to clean up the mess
I tend to make of things.
And I am sorry to disturb
your eternal rest-
that peace
I beg others to keep
but, I need you
once more dear friend,
to help me collect
and reconnect these pieces
I let these hands of mine
carelessly dishevel again.

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