Visions
Through my mind,I wander,
I see.
She's swimming down the stream
fighting the fish,
the demon.
The alley is crowded by men
who wants nothing,
but peace.
A boy climbs a tree to reach
the skies he dreams about,
at night.
The father looks at his son
not completely without passion,
without love.
A fisherman found out today
that a woman got caught,
in his net.
The police tried to understand
why fifteen men died,
in that alley.
The mother never got an answer
to where her son, mysteriously,
disappeared.
The son always hated his father
for loving him too much,
incestuously.
Through my mind,
I wander,
I see,
thee.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2005-08-07 at 02:08
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