Disbelief
In a world of muted reality
where parents once swelled with pride
the day they kissed their babies’ cries
and tasted their life’s dream
heroin poisons sons
and alcohol washes away daughters
as sunsets creak past rusted porch swings
salted with silent grief
Gone are the Sunday picnics
and the tee ball jubilation
when fortune rained God’s bounty
on fruitful fields of disbelief
where they now gather
to bury their seed
Copyright © Xavier Keough | Year Posted 2006
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