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A Little Every Day
As a child
I used to
lay alone, not
even a brazen,
barren dog beside
me on the longish
multi-colored couch.
I could hear your
words, Father dearest.
I have become you. I
am you, now. It's your
voice I still hear, every
time I lay alone. Still
wondering why I feel so
threatened? Wondering
why I, too, am condemned
to die.
I used to
lay alone, not
even a brazen,
barren dog beside
me on the longish
multi-colored couch.
I could hear your
words, Father dearest.
I have become you. I
am you, now. It's your
voice I still hear, every
time I lay alone. Still
wondering why I feel so
threatened? Wondering
why I, too, am condemned
to die.
Published 6th Dec 2012
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