Best Poems Written by Elliott Yoon

Mishka

He walked in with
White Converse and 
Striped shirt.

Five years ago, spoke
born a friend.
Five years of 
flying down concrete 
pedaling two wheels
rocking a park bench watching
cars drive by, clouds drifting in the endless
expanse of blue.

Sixteen years of fighting of 
being not enough of
cracking open of
another cold one of
another cold joke of
injecting the morphine of 
laugher and being of 
busy brightening lives of
others that no one noticed of
tungsten in his bulb’s overheated of 
burned out, gone, of

when they found him he was gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone into the abyss of white.

Copyright © Elliott Yoon | Year Posted 2020