DG (9/19/1963 / )

Images Of My Past, Dear Old Dad908

MY dads rage fills the house
like thick black smoke.the
windows keep the plague in,
and the doors lead to hell, his
hands are full of anger, and his
eyes are full of drugs, . and
this paradise he once paid for,
is no more.

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Comments (2)

I found this so very sad - so much said in very few words - well written.
Oh, David, I am so sorry. I loved the poem, but i do understand your pain! It is good to get it out! Theodora Onken