Gyspy Dreams

Dedicated to my father.

You once pushed me to

the highest of mighty peaks,

but now you pull me roughly

from the clouds of dying dreams.

A man once overflowing with life and strength,

now theives the power

from the drifting soul of a dying flower.

A gyspy spirit without the will

to hold on to the quaking chains

that drives thoughts deemed

unholy to you

from my brain.

You pull on strings tattered and sere,

forcing me to act as the b*****d puppet,

since whatever I once was now wanders alone.

You have robbed me of home,

painted over my actual face,

fed me to the sharks in your place.

You've chased away all sweet imaginings,

smothered all uncharacteristic dreams in stifling pink.

Your name makes my spine shiver,

and puffs out an independent thought that had yet to wither.

I am a gypsy. I am dead.

My body is now everything

you ever pictured in your head.

Reviews

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This is really well written! It seems like I've been the one to fall back on writing, but you keep going, good job!