Call my FatherA Poem by Holly O'Brienjust ramblingTrotting along a limpid road I see the old house behind the tired trees Their leaves swaying with concern
Break free of your nestle cage The wind calls out to me My eyes are distracted by a chilling force
My right hand is single Listening takes forever Weary are my eyes soon after
The sun begins to ease down under The sky is now pale with light Time then has no factors
The darkness weakens my stride Call my father! The shadows are overbearing
I see him beckoning The old house is in the distance The eerie black keeps me blind
I am afraid I am alone Please, call my father! © 2010 Holly O'BrienFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on November 14, 2010 Last Updated on December 13, 2010 AuthorHolly O'BrienMacon, GeorgiaAboutWell I was born and raised in Nassau, Bahamas but I currently reside in Macon, Georgia where I attend college (IT major). Writing has always been my passion and it always will be. A very good friend .. more..Writing
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