by eyeofh
Wright Wrong
April 1, 2010 in Poetry by eyeofh
So this sad, twisted, tale
limps – pallid in it’s fright -
towards the pain it once knew
as the dark room‘s only light.
“Have you seen your hollow core?”
It begs the truth of me,
“The hollow core that shut the door
which would have seen you free…”
The blisters of the past once more
eat the pages one by one
to bleed the present, even score,
the father dead, now the son.
“Wright it wrong, the tale is yours.”
It begs of me to see.
“The light lives on behind a door
that you have yet to let me be!”
Copyright  2010 Dave Beaver – All Rights Reserved
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Wow, this is very good! I must read it several more times…it sinks deeper & a bit differently each time.
Odd you should say that…it does the same thing to me…isn’t it funny how the things we are closest too we, sometimes, understand the least? Thank you so much for your kind words!
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