Images Of My Past, Dear Old Dad908 Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
Images Of My Past, Dear Old Dad908
MY dads rage fills the house
like thick black smoke.the
windows keep the plague in,
and the doors lead to hell, his
hands are full of anger, and his
eyes are full of drugs, . and
this paradise he once paid for,
is no more.
Oh, David, I am so sorry. I loved the poem, but i do understand your pain! It is good to get it out! Theodora Onken
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4/26/2024 5:54:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I found this so very sad - so much said in very few words - well written.