July 19, 2020


by Steve J. Burkett (author's profile)
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(Dec. 25, 2019)


where is he
nobody cares
he's the family ghosts
no one talks about
for the fear
people would think
they were him
sealed in the attic
in a litter of bones
alone with their secrets
drunk and singing
handcuffed off to jail
dismantled in prison
places of lonely pain
dancing in the bathroom
hiding from shadows
looking into nowhere
staring at the world
Steve Burkett

I've tried to drink
away your memory
abandoned the truth
maybe if I would have
been there
to love 7 care for you
you would be here today
to love & care for me
Steve Burkett

I sit here often
with my dreams
dancing inside my heart
chasing old demons
from my memories
protecting the love
our souls shared
in an 1966 ford
moving down a highway
toward home
Steve Burkett


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