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
Finding my way 'home'
8 years ago
Val has left a new comment on your post "Dad-13 years passed":
ReplyDeleteThe quotes are spot-on. Each resonates with me.
Your poem gets me in the gut. I don't know what else I can say...
Thanks Val. Happy Easter to you and yours
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