Perpetuated Repatriation Poem by James McLain

Recorded paths held them open, clustered
never discussed, closed too Sylvia-private.
Or why the flowered petal closed, holds
ghost's down memories lane, unnamed.
Hidden closets oft reveal her forlorn plant's,
off tender shoots auditioned not held sun lost.
Parent's closed the world wide view, and vow
to make it worse, your thoughts only you knew...
off colored eye made minds of lead...never yours..
then would they but now ask you why...
I never cried hard thoughts thoughts so loud..
and I grew.....
and nor move my dawn so ever closed....
inside your mind...where I rest
laid out so.. cold....wrapped around death..
I called out to you.....but..wait..