TINY stained -glass windows,
narrow wodden pews, and the
walls red or blue, IV fluids
tenuosly suspended, by a bed
made out of nails, and drugs
that take him far away, to a
land of oz. OVER head lights
illuminates the body of christ,
or is it just a X-RAY of me or
you.LAUGHTER from down the
hall, tears from this room, a child
sits by his mother, and wonders
if all this is true..
A FRIEND OF MINE TOLD ME ABOUT HIS DADS DEATH, THE LAST PART OF THE POEM WAS THE BOOKS HE WAS READING AT THE TIME, , ,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
DAVID...THIS IS AN AWESOME WRITE...WELL CRAFTED & PROFOUND IMDACT...ONE OF MY FAV'S THUS FAR...10! ''''''''''''''''''FRANK