My son
Imaginary
We tried
We wrote it down
But then
Grandma and Grandpa
Said he was never born
But I saw a picture
Good lore came down
Out of the sky
Shook me with terror
REEKER REEKEER REEKER
REEKER REEK
Heavenward
It would shiver
The skyscrapers down to
Pure nothingness as if
Typed in an old scrapbook
And then burned
My aunt had pictures in an album
Of these things
That’s when I knew that
People loved me
I see non acceptance as a result
Lit up just like a
Feeling of persecution
Someone ignoring us
Spitting at us
Hitting me in the head
Suffering is that which
Comes when we live
You know it as the truth
The only lie
Would be forgetting
That I loved you
Even if you
Never existed
© GÄ
Poétique 