A Sad ManA Poem by Monica GarciaSometimes genetics can be a pain in the a*s...Dear Sad Man, I can hear you through the thin, fragile walls. Sinful sobs, silence, soon enough snores Ending another day that you never wanted anyway. I’ll match my breath with yours tonight, The synchrony will be our theme song, our lullaby. Inhales and exhales begging to cease for you and for me. You don’t look at me because looking at me would be like looking at yourself: A sick torturous mirror of memories. Look at me you pathetic creature come out of hiding and be a man the man that birthed me hardly raising me rather pushing me deeper into the inevitable hell The sickness flows through you like wine at The Last Supper. And you quench my thirst over and over again you sick b*****d. Lie in the darkness tonight drunk off of the blood of Christ. We will stagger into each other’s arms deep in this purple twilight Nightmare I will follow your footsteps all the way to hell and Sad Man, I will meet you there… yes, dad I will certainly meet you there. © 2016 Monica GarciaReviews
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7 Reviews Added on January 1, 2016 Last Updated on January 1, 2016 AuthorMonica GarciaCOAboutI am a poser of many trades. But after all, aren't we all? You inspire me. more..Writing
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