Sunday, September 29, 2019

Where None May Pass But You

In the forest where non may pass but you

for you have trapped me in this place of screams

through canopies dreams steal

replacing the dark


Your footseps tread the perimeters

axe in hand you measure the smell of me

determining whether to come


No


You will wait


You always wait


and I in my wooded suit hear the emptiness in your breath

the twisted glee in your steps


It is you and I determining a drama


the pain of father




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