Boulevard of Solitude

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This poem is about my mother, whom I haven't seen nor heard from since I was 2 years old.

Submitted: February 08, 2013

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Submitted: February 08, 2013



I have exhausted dreams

And words to find you.


And still I'm blind as love

Stumbling through exhausted clichés


Without you.


I have killed music

And slaughtered lyrics


To depict you


Yet nothing I do

Brings me any closer to you.


You might not even be



A forgotten face in a void--


But I don't care, I don't care

I won't rest until I do.


Why now after almost a score

Of years do you wake in me


A buried memory

That should not be exhumed?


I fear that this road

I follow is paved


With dead loves

And fatal tales.


He didn't tell me much.

Just left me stranded


On a sinking boat in

The sea of my questions.


But then again, I hardly

Knew him.


He did to me what you did


I hardly knew him.


And when I find you,

What then?

You know me not


To want me.


I wonder if you even

Put up a fight


Or just gladly washed

Your hands and carried on


Burden less.


Or is there a tragic story

That will smother my pain?


But I swear

I'll catch time and drag Her back


Through nineteen years of lies.

Silent as smoke but still as deadly


I'll come to you and

Punch you in the fucking throat


Then I'll tell you that

I love you,



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