Fell down inside my foot  & wonder’d
will i ever be secured?

Ate the poems and children’s stories
of childhood and hung upon the chord
of my insecured    LIFE.

Butterfly poet blurry eyes — what we
think — and wish upon those good ole
days //superluminal light \\
    how organs inside our bodies
play music like an ancient orchestra
upon a wooden floor.

I want to be with mommy now.  She gave
me love and without mysterious energy
: i sometimes remember her smell when
before she just died all i remember is
her smile and love.

\ i wish i could hug just one more time/
oh turn back time to those old days
when she was my age — so stressed out.

now burning a candle of my words
now my name is clearly insane
to those days when mother sang
and those were the best of days

:: 09.28.2021 ::

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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