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let me tell you about my father's death

by Quinn Vokes

black is my heart.
dispose of the dead, decaying matter
anyway you can
uselessness helps no one

yesterday is lost.
drown perhaps, in the pool
of insanity
or maybe its soul is just
on vacation

break the mirror.
flesh and glass become one
ending the constant terror
that sends me screaming
into the night

magic exists.
stop lying within me
the potholes in my mind
are getting bigger
with each step

crying crystals.
adopt my wandering mind
a child alone in the storm
let me tell you about
my father’s death

05/02/2003

Posted on 05/02/2003
Copyright © 2024 Quinn Vokes

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Susan Q Tomas on 08/31/03 at 10:48 PM

This draws out strong emotions in me. Very good expression.

Posted by Cole Miller on 09/15/03 at 01:00 AM

this poem is full of amazingly strong pictures painted with your marvelous words... i like.

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