Miles
I cling to reasonfor a son that doesn't shine
Misting agony awaiting
every darkened corner.
Missing these
unwanted tales
as a tear that falls and
fills my plate.
Mirrored past
that haunts among us
like a fun house
filled with horrors.
What is there
around the corner
nineteen years
I miss the wonder
of your presence.
12-30-09
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