Poetry 1

When I was younger I loved Jim Morrison. The Doors were introduced to me by my friends Wayne and Lee. I had posters and flags on my wall, tee shirts and pants and read his books and poetry. At University I shared a flat with Lee's brother Gary. He wrote poetry. Jim Morrison wrote poetry. And so I decided I would write poetry too. I have a notebook filled with the morbid writings of a teenage adult. I've decided to post a few over the next few days. 

Dad

Memories of days long past

Begin to fade.

The mental picture crumbled 

long before. 

Yearnings for a father stronger grow

Beneath the 

Anger

and frustration.

Outward strong I seem to be,

Yet inside flow tears of sorrow

for someone I can't 

remember. 

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