Treasure Island

John G. Nelson

(August 24,1976 / Monrovia, Liberia)

heartache


My heart aches for all I’ve seen
& my many spectres pummel me.
My thoughts keep sorrowing me,
they keep asking these questions.

my emotions sore for all I’ve felt.
I often weep, weep days & nights.
Fear & anger dwindle my bones,
my room become their sepulchre.

John G. Nelson
06/08/2008

Submitted: Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Edited: Sunday, October 02, 2011

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