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let me tell you about my father's death
by Quinn Vokesblack 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 fathers death
05/02/2003 Posted on 05/02/2003
Copyright © 2025 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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