FREEDOM WHISPER WITHIN MY EAR

AS i think of muggy nights upon the crest
of the Mississippi River and her currents/
i was a teenage boy |  never knew a woman
as i was a virgin | within the crusted clouds
of mean nights — it was always late when i
fought my date/i am still alive]\
    she hypnotized by beauty ; me — wondering
how to fly away –> my oh my.    my babysitter
was hungry for her itch: i wanted mom to take me
home.  No one saved me that night — so say how
beautiful was that night while i was taken away
like the currents of a mighty  River.
raped.

:: 08.10.2020 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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