Old Aquaintances

I sit motionless

Condemned to relive a roller coaster ride

Outside the pull of reality.

Neighborhood friends

Back orbiting my space

Projected in front of my eyes

Sharing the same air.

A careful talking man,

With a tired and drawn face.

I thought he was quiet and shy,

In reality; he was usually drunk and hung over.

Those far away looks and glazed eyes,

Fooled us all.

His illegitimate daughter,

A bright and excited face always clean and fresh,

Speaks to him in signs

And blind obedience.

I want to back away and run,

Eject them from memory

While the world is still spinning

And I still have a grip of some

Of my sanity.

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Missy Smith 8 months ago from Florida

It is sad to see some pictures of reality, and you put that in words very well here. Nice Poem!

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aviannovice 8 months ago from Stillwater, OK

Indeed, that could be something hard...but they are likely all they have.

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