When Mom And Dad Lies Poem by david gerardino

When Mom And Dad Lies



THE drooping canvas pounded
lusily in the wind.
A shaft of sun light, choked, and
strangled your wreckage, leaving
you stupid, and a little afraid.
THUNDER yells, as you try to run,
better listen up, and turn back around.
YOU mutter and laugh as you fall
to the ground, is this your life, or
a dream from the past.
THE drooping cavas

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