Friday, March 29, 2013

After E.D. a poem

After E.D.

My voice is still in loneliness
I dare not utter “I”
I wake from sleep
In valley haze, wet, anesthetized

My child totters down the hall
He traces cracks of rain
His tattered garment of a soul
Drenched in valley rain

Disgrace it soddens all my pores
Shame grimly trickles down
I moor my solace to the world
My agony drowns unbound.

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