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THE POETRY OF A BROKEN STREET IV by Stanley Princewill McDaniels

so i sit here
within forlorn walls
drowning myself in a brown bottle
of blue whiskey

if you could see me,
Treasure,
you’d see a broken titanic
sinking in my eyes

if you could see me,
Treasure,
you’d see the holes on the walls of my heart
where i once nailed your picture to

if could see me,
Treasure,
you’d see me behind the bars of time
that you could not dedicate
to this prisoner knocking your gate

if you could see me,
Treasure,
you’d see the harmony of strings,
keys and drums
singing to your yearnings;

you’d see the darkness of this sun,
the colourlessness of this rainbow
the ruined rain falling from my eyes.

THE POETRY OF A BROKEN STREET IV by Stanley Princewill McDaniels

Author: Stanley Egeonu

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