The Barren Man Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

The Barren Man



Full,
I am empty like the rest.
The nurse that held me in her hands.

Empty,
as the priest withheld his vows.
Upon my knees,
where I forever knelt.

Lillies,
made to look like sister rose.
Fountains leap up high upon one's self.

Dead,
I rise to look once more upon the shelf.
I see a road,
that leads me back to other worlds.
I never made.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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