![]() SoreA Poem by Amanda Avalon![]() Taken from my journal in November 2006... touches on advice given to me from my father before he passed, second half deals with the reality of an unsavory "pairing".![]() 11/16/06
Messages within reveries My nighttime dream harbors A visit from father Shakes his head: “You could be given the world," he said Hand-picked flowers, A dinner date Jewels that shine, All that bait Silver-dollar promises Silence holds the key Once turned, it’s no-holds-barred Set yourself up quite nicely for Yet another fine trap
The boy, Offers no intention but: One Night In A Ford Expedition Prefers to keep her Tucked away in strange locations No objections thus far, it continues on Swelling with subservience If he hears those sobs, the end it will be No pain, no gain “No one ever sees us, yet the entire world knows.” I never call you on it I can’t stop it, once it’s started In a sense, we both need this But then- Why begin the day with tears? End must come in due time Reconstruct, degenerate Just like all good things do A magnetic attraction- We must contract Simple solutions only good for small minds Just don’t be so rough with her You may go too far
© 2009 Amanda AvalonAuthor's Note
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