THERE you sat with
never beginning
eyes upon the chair
me: the thought
it thin like you,
Strawberry cheese
cake bang – thoughts
and i am severely no
thing and no one ever
a soul without a
voice writing words
the ‘who’ who h ea rs
me i am severely sorry
for being quiet.
–child who
become adult
and child who
never died inside
flowers of holiness
|| adults !
:: 07-07-2015 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 