Poem -

Recorded History

Recorded History

Recorded History

He wore his dreams in blue,
 ink,
 from head to toe 
He always kept them covered, 
private, 
so the world would never know,

He lived his life in silence,
 secret, 
eyes on the ground .
Knowing he was vulnerable, 
fragile, 
to every sound. 

See his left forearm, 
a tiger,
in repose, 
his response to a bully, 
once, 
Broke his nose.

The skull on his calf, 
his father, 
who now has gone, 
and a dollar sign for poverty,
 now, 
shows in his palm.

He stares at others, 
Eyes,
Pictured in a doubt
He sits is blue silence,
His inked questions shouting out.

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Terrylin Corbett

Wow i find this poem amazing. It brought chills to my arms!!

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John DeFoore Jr

So sorry to be tardy
Still figuring out this thing.
Your comment was valued and I recognize that you spent your time reading it.
thank you
 

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John DeFoore Jr

You are very kind, it is very complimentary to feel that something you have penned may have elicited an emotion in another,

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