Streetlight
Faded blue jeans,
Darkly slated scenes.
Nothing ever changes
-
Same faded jeans,
Same faded scenes.
Burnt out streetlight,
Old emotional fistfight.
Scene rearranges
-
But not the streetlight,
But not the fistfight.
Work kitchen table,
Favorite bedtime fable.
Time moves on -
Broken
kitchen table,
Broken bedtime fable.
Lost loser father,
Hurt unwanted daughter.
Everything is gone
-
But not the Father,
But not His daughter.
I wasn't sure whether or not I should put this poem up. It's rather
cryptic because it was written more for my sake than anyone else's. In the end, I decided that it would be better to
have it because maybe somebody will get something positive out of it.
