J.R. Holmes


From The Invisible Friend - Poem by J.R. Holmes

Wild child, I'm sorry to say -
You must not crayon me no more
Nor can we place a time to play.
No longer can you be a hermit hardcore.

And why to your mother you protest so loud?
Do you not understand real is truly real?
Real friendship,
Is sung with a sweet sound
That time by time never loses appeal.
My time is a time of a man hanging on the thin tip
Of a crumbling cliff.

So just end me with a whiff
And now life you live.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 19, 2012



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