Poems from Everonfire
No. Not yours. Mine.
Mine.
No. He's not mine.
Reality's, maybe.
Reality swirls around,
a truthful facade. HIde. Block.
Press. Sustain....
Hear me.
I have words inside
but my
the word
I see an image
My word is no!
No
don't stare at me
no
don't sit there as I search
calling out...
What is there left to do when everything has been taken from you?
No, not everything.
Just the word. The one word.
Everything.
Hanging out...
Back straight
Shoulders back
cup thy hand
twist thy wrist
cause the crowd to roar with excitement.
Exterior
Facade
Make-Up
All easily...
One.
Gray with streaks of white
like Grandma's hair.
Soft, sweet.
But tones of darkness.
Days of staring out the large hospital window....