Porcelain 
Bleeding
beneath
            perfect
porcelain skin
screaming
            whirring
               dripping 
                    machines
Rivulets nice down cheeks
The night         mare’s  steady              gait
punctures the day
Dreaming of an end
                                                            to
the   e n d l e s s
Crawling out,  crawling
                                    up
                                                the
                                                            walls
Blinking under the bright fluorescent lights.
Darrell Herbert is a poet-songwriter, humanitarian, author,
and activist. He is a nationally recognized poet.
Such a striking poem.
ReplyDeleteDear Darrell,
ReplyDeleteGreat message terrifically demonstrated
Lets have some more like it.
Yancy
Enjouyed your piece, thanks for sharing it!
ReplyDeleteDear Darrell,
ReplyDeleteYour presentation is truly unique, yet it is quite engaging to read.
Thank you,
Michael