by Richard Trotter
Without you, I'll stumble
with youth, an empty warhead
choked in rainbows of my back.
a broken child of winter,
who falters, flapping in snow
when the floor spills like a puzzle'
without you, my open eyes wither.
Author's Note: (draft)
Posted on 09/12/2004
Copyright © 2020 Richard Trotter
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Melissa Arel on 09/13/04 at 01:53 AM|
Yay you've posted a poem! I've been hoping that I would see something of yours soon and now I have :) and what an excellent quaint poem you've created here. Bravo, Richard!
|Posted by Stephanie Kent on 09/13/04 at 02:29 PM|
"youth, an empty warhead" That image really hit me...I really like this. It's nice to see you posting:)