Spent the last thirty-five minutes
staring at an old photograph
your silhouette in the mountains
of Southwest Oklahoma.
How irrelevant everything we did
seems now, spent my days jet-lagged
and broken by hospital machines
hoses and wires fed to a man
that I barely know...
and I can't help this sinking feeling
it isn't sadness, it isn't anger
I can't describe how I feel
in the wake of the fact:
Soon, I'll bury my father.
Please tell me what you think
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Excellent
I liked the different style to this poem even though it is filled with so much emotion .
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