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.
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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