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Danae Griffin Poem
I come from broken glass and tv shows.
From love filled lies and budweiser cans.
Police Lights and Shouting.
I am from broken vows.
Loving spouses, that left and didn’t come back until the next day.
I come from dead grandparents and tears.
Hospice Hours and Hospital visits.
Crosses and Blessed Oil.
I come from forced religion, the holy trinity.
Broken Promises and Grieving fathers.
Long school days with no friends, like movies without popcorn.
I come from teen pregnancy and fighting to get a degree.
I come from success and pain.
Copyright © Danae Griffin | Year Posted 2021
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Danae Griffin Poem
I leaned my head against the window, as I heard the soft humming of the car engine.
Watching street lights instead of stars.
My sister sat quietly across from me, fiddling with her thumbs.
My dad had fallen asleep hours ago.
Though it was cold in the car, the July heat still hadn’t let up.
A sudden pop let off into the night sky.
We watched as a colorful display lit up the starless sky.
Fireworks.
I turned back to my sister, who was no longer playing with her thumbs.
She smiled at the sky.
The sky that was once dull and dark.
Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as I thought.
1/13/2021
Copyright © Danae Griffin | Year Posted 2021
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Danae Griffin Poem
I never felt like I was drowning until I met you.
Your comforting sorrow.
You came to me when I was in seventh grade,
“Only for a while.”
But you’re still here.
You have caused rage in my heart like no other.
Balled my hands into fists when I just wanted them to be held.
You are the shining nothingness I was warned about.
You capture people in your warm darkness and pull them off of a cliff, never to be heard again.
You have convinced even the most faithful people that there is no God.
You bounce from person to person sucking the life out of them.
I am so tired of this endless chase.
Climbing up a tower just for you to lead me to my doom.
Copyright © Danae Griffin | Year Posted 2021
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