![]() To Whom It May ConcernA Poem by Brandon
Day by day
his letters grow shorter while at home your mind slowly decays with insanity. Your stomach begins twisting and turning like a child on his first day of school. Your eyes burns with a fury every time you see the mailman slowly ease up to your dented box. Your blood stops flowing when you realize he's delivering your insanity personally. As he hands you you're off white envelope. You remember your son so far away fighting for every free breath you take. You open your fate and drop in tears as you read "To whom it may concern". © 2009 Brandon |
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1 Review Added on January 1, 2009 Author![]() BrandonColumbia, MOAboutI am a 26 year old male out of Columbia Missouri. I've been writing and dabbling amongst other creative outlets since I was very little. Fantasy is my area of expertise but I also enjoy horror and sci.. more..Writing
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