Twisted Pictures Poem by James McLain

It's been nearly twenty year's since
I last dreamed about it.
Rusty gears more like fears having
No control over it.

Trying to overcome those fears that you
Pretend not to have.
Up until now it has always been somebody
Else instead of you.

Alive laying in the dark as your jaw is
Broken,
So that you may once again smile.
Though in the light of day all can tell that
Death has reached out and touched you today.

You still smell the same in my dreams reaching
Out in the mist,
That tastes of apples and grapes the sight of which
Drew me to your tender hands that cannot be as
Your fingers close once again around it.

Pictures twisted so,
Twisted in such a way that you read the cause of
Death more than twice.
Remember the first one that you saw as a child?