I Can’t Fix Him By Melissa Kelly

I Can’t Fix Him 

there was  no perfect poem 
that would fix him 
no arrangement of words
perfectly placed 
he would come 
to understand 
I tried again and again 
line after line, 
rhyme after rhyme 
he’d go back 
to his  drink
down further he’d sink  
the drugs used 
And continuously abuse
had to end one day 
with death or finally put away 
now he’s in his cell 
and me
I’m on the outside
pen in hand  
still writing 
trying to find 
the right words 
the perfect rhyme ​

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Bio: Melissa Kelly is a Poet and Short Story  writer from Long Island, NY. She was recently published in the WestWard Quarterly Magazine, Soft Cartel and Plum Tree Tavern. 

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