A tear seeps endlessly through all those forgotten days
Crying out to be heard as it oozes on it way
My ear hear only now-I cannot spare time
Looking to dreams as I only hear death whine
What prize won from life can be taken to the dead
When darkness creeps into my head-while I lie in bed
My thoughts, only my thoughts paint the images of my past
Fogy-so hard to see, why do they not last?
If only I could see
The past memories of me
How sweet was my mother’s breast?
An “A” my first “A” I received on a test
Love-pressing upon my lips-a firm young nipple-
Two bodies tangled up-horizontal hour glass-with pleasurable ripples-
Marching to some unknown tune-moving a tassel from left to right-
All my clothes turned to olive drab-time to fight-
I dos all said-I caressing my first born head-
The etching of my life upon my soul-fading-words I have not said-
I only can see the white light at the foot of my bed
I can see so many I know are dead.
I no longer feel any pain-
Oh yes, I hear someone calling my name-
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