when the past has been
draged forward, your find
a child, alone and defeated.
when the past has been draged
forward, your find a child
hiding in his mothers arm.
when the past has been draged
forward, your find a child
with splints and bandages
and a black eye, .
when the past has been draged
forward, your find a child,
waiting for good old dad,
with a gun.
Very intense, almost surreal. I assume you intentionally misspelled 'dragged, ' though I don't know why.
Wow, I didn't expect that ending! Very intense poem David. Nice job. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice