Category: Poetry – 14th Edition
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The Cube of Time
All I see now from my bed are pink tile and nurses filing in and out Doing their best to keep my spirits from dragging across the floor Upon the opening of that door, A bright light shines in as my son brings in a blank television screen, And sets it down slowly on the…
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A Rich Man’s Forest
The father of the forest awakensto a wastelandwhere the concrete colored clouds are weighed downby the tears trying to escape.Below, growing from the rich soilare sickly yellow-brown weedscoughing out for fresh air. With one swift strike of a scythe,the father of the forest falls.The gloomy blooms with the last of their witheringpetals have been wisped…