i gave of myself

and ended up

with only words

life is like that

givers walk into suffering

takers rarely do

the heartbreak

the time

begets skin and bones

with words dropping

from our skulls

an overflow

of all that is wrong

in the world

the takers

they sit alone

with all the comforts

of home

bellies full

contemplating

heaven and hell

for givers

hell is already here

while takers

put heaven in a box

to peer at

at night

and stroke

then put away

givers

on the other hand

hold the words

in rhythm

with the beats

of their hearts

in the silence of nothing

that place of solitude

speak a painting

a holiness

that takers

will never see

of angels

that hover over misery

and with one gentle stroke

set suffering free

— patty

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