Rebecca Dodgson Poems
|3.||Past, Prestent, And Forever||8/30/2015|
|8.||I Would Prefer||10/16/2015|
|9.||What I See||10/16/2015|
|11.||On The Fringe||2/8/2017|
Comments about Rebecca Dodgson
Shouldn't they see it's all a mask
but those words never were for yourself.
They were so that everyone else
doesn't have to ask.
It's not a promise of perfection,
but the command to relax their salute
and pretend they need a clue,
that they just lack perception.
and heavy hints
are tickles in their stomach's pits
as a night terror portrays your lies
But when they leav their bed
the revelation is forgotten,
thought a senseless ache in their head,
and their dereliction