Place

he fell without a sound,

into that place where his family left their scars.

where their love was never there to last,

just conditions to steal it away …

leaving him hurting in that place

deep and hard.

before

before words became bruises,

before your hand was a weapon, 

before my shirt lost its white,

and before tears were my food,

you were my father

and i was your son.

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ashes

in the ashes of clipped wings

he kept his love of feathered fragment remains

hidden where no light would find it.

                                                                        

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table

looking down through his glass 

he saw where the tears of wine

had left their stains of disappointment 

deep inside the splinters of a broken table.

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raindrops

he hoped the lonely tears that fell down his cheeks

were like the raindrops that fall down from the sky …

for only a little while.

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plan b

old shadows 

that hover over the rocks and stones

in front of him

lead him with the wicked echos of regret

that his life had only become

his plan b.

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window

the boy in the window

carving a broken heart in his breath,

realized the condensation dripping down

was like watching his tears…

die on his lips.

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