My dad died in a helicopter accident when I was 7...
Daddy were you cold...
Sobering words escape my pen
silence, a writers addiction...
Your eyes had never
tasted the colors of spring...
I saw you
through the fog...
Where do broken hearts go, do you know?
It's neither here nor there, but in despair. Sad...
Into a spaceship
climb Ziggy and Major Tom...
Please come and tell
You are still okay...
This boat, father,
this boat is drowning slowly...
I spoke to my father for the last time,
His voice has passed on but he beats...
She lies,
determination writ in each...
..And then the walls crumbled down to the floor,
but I saw no priest, not one savior on my door...
Silently she sleeps, with eyes wide open,
her mind is undone from years of provoking...