I stare and the
face grimaces as
I notice my father's
glare meets my own.

I sulk and realize
for the first time
my mother's eyes
and darkness lingers
in my soul.

I struggle and I fight
for the one thing that
means anything as I
try to slumber but
feline touches awaken
the misery in my mind.

I creep so I do not make
a sound as I write
these words that make
me dream of foreign
lands long gone
and long done.

Maybe it is me
or the desire to
find but I am far
down the broken
road in my words.

06/27/2009

Posted on 06/27/2009
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