features of him R.I.P DAD
features of him
I have your eyes,
so sometimes I picture
your reflection inside my pupils
as if it was you, staring back.
Blurred thoughts
came crashing
off of eye lashes
tearing into my past
of how many years have passed.
It hurts hearing your memories.
In the laughing joy of pain,
hid beneath your smile
you gave me.
prteebrwnis commented on features of him R.I.P DAD
06-17-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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