Smoke rises with the angels
His ideas were fragmented, and nothing is yet complete
As I struggle with the words to say, I miss you
Sometimes Wednesday is the hardest
In-between in the broken days
My father's lost stories
Hoping next Monday to convince someone else to write ideas
Burned worlds that never came to life
Shadow stories never written
Waiting for someone else
A dreamer without creation
Wishing stories would write themselves
His ideas always fragmented and nothing is yet complete
For ideas are not formed stories and lack magic
Sometimes Wednesday is the hardest
In-between in the broken days
My father's lost stories
Always hoping next Monday to convince someone else to write his stories
My father, a character with songs unsung
Stories lost rising with the smoke of ruined dreams
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Phoenix Songs
PoetryAn award-winning collection of life-transforming poems. Raw emotions and striking imagery pull readers into a galaxy of magic. Smoke rises with the angels His ideas were fragmented, and nothing is yet complete Poems by Janky Fluffy Cover made with...
