March 23, 2010

Grave of the Latchkey Kid


I. Fake my laughs.
Why. They're my masks.
Grave of the latchkey kid.

When. Listening to her wail.
I. Lost my trail.
Grave of the latchkey kid.

A question. Apart we're crumbling?
A thought. My guts, weeping.
Grave of the latchkey kid.

Doubt. The stocks of promises.
Fear. Left only tears.
Grave of the latchkey kid.

A will. The past, transcending.
A hope. The future, merging.
Grave of the latchkey kid.

Our love, keep blooming.
And God, willing.
Pray of the latchkey kid.

Love,
your only daughter.
Tuesday March 2010, 4.05 am


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