Hollow Man
HOLLOW MAN
from silence spoke the hollow sound
of rushing tears, the back of my sleeve
damp
waving goodbye to the darkness one more
time, my mind screaming for it to just stop
a room filled with India rubber bouncing balls
ricocheting madly from when I was a young
boy
pledging allegiance, then gaily marching against
the war, chanting peace now! peace now!
as fistfights broke out in my head
the cooling murmur of a spring creek,
deep in the forest, where no one could find me
counting the flashing trout, unaware of life before
the blue star, now a welcome sight to everyone
who agrees
......everyone
who agrees
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2010
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