Saturday, April 11, 2009

Last Night-13 years passed

An assault of rage shouting back from the mirror
Forgotten hope
The harshest of all truths

Beating rapidly suddenly it forgets itself
Weary from life’s broken promises
The final breath, an exhalation, a release

This life’s end ushered by a moan
Meek and powerless as the last air released from a tire
Death laughing ungratefully as if it was all a lie

4/11/2009
Alisha Brown

2 comments:

  1. Val has left a new comment on your post "Dad-13 years passed":

    The quotes are spot-on. Each resonates with me.

    Your poem gets me in the gut. I don't know what else I can say...

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  2. Thanks Val. Happy Easter to you and yours

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