Morgan Michaels


Delusions X - Poem by Morgan Michaels

Delusions, Delusions, come running to me, now-
whey-faced, whimpering, simpering, blind,
spastic, phthistic, small and spavined-
how do I love you? You shall see how.
You are my children, you are my kind
rightful offspring of my mind:
still, you cover me like the dame in the shoe-
buttons to feed and mouths to sew;
wore you and tore- I watched you grow.
Where should I hither? What should I do
without your distractions, then, my dears.
What should I have done, then, all these years?
When you are grown and must fend for your own
deafening silence- who shall I phone?


Comments about Delusions X by Morgan Michaels

  • Gold Star - 35,597 Points Gajanan Mishra (6/24/2014 6:42:00 AM)

    how do I love you, a great word to say, thanks./ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 24, 2014


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