Stories

Stories

A Poem by Tenten

 

In the blessed drop of glazed eyes

Conversing over dead babies

And the ones covered in numbers

Create a creation of beauty

In fear moments

The sound of red painted cement stairs

Buried in thick soul footsteps

Broken doors and standing half nude

He's bleeding to death in a cold water shower

Sounds still echoing in the

Unmeasured time later

A woman bearing emptiness inside

Did those following souls find peaceful sleep?

And a bodies rotting with the company

Of once known faces

In a rain filled ditch

Red life washed away in the cold spray

 

© 2008 Tenten


Author's Note

Tenten
Cp. 2:02PM Sun 08/17/08 '05Feel Like Home & There They Go' Fort Minor about a story last night, buzzed, trying to be alright (Typed, Prides)

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Seems to go for one event to the next with this one...as you tell the reader the stories of each person(s)...

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Tenten
Tenten

Alamosa, CO



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