Don’t Open Your Eyes
Don’t open your eyesTry not to seeThings are no longerWhere things ought to be
That voice—is it her?Behind a closed doorShe calls you a strangerYour mother no more
Breathe through the moment Turn, turn your eyesThe past you imagined Was all lies, lies, lies
Things are no longer Where things ought to beWho is this strangerIs it still me?
This is my mixed media painting, titled The Door to My Childhood★ Inspired by poetry? Treat yourself a gift ★HomeFREE Ebook: Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo Google Play ★ Smashwords Audiobook: Amazon ★ Audible Paperback: Amazon ★ Barnes&Noble
"This radiant book is an exploration of the bond between a daughter and father and the book overflows with some of the most eloquent poetic moments in print. HOME is an invitation, a very personal one, and should not be passed over." - Grady Harp, Hall of Fame Reviewer
That voice—is it her?Behind a closed doorShe calls you a strangerYour mother no more
Breathe through the moment Turn, turn your eyesThe past you imagined Was all lies, lies, lies
Things are no longer Where things ought to beWho is this strangerIs it still me?
This is my mixed media painting, titled The Door to My Childhood★ Inspired by poetry? Treat yourself a gift ★HomeFREE Ebook: Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo Google Play ★ Smashwords Audiobook: Amazon ★ Audible Paperback: Amazon ★ Barnes&Noble
"This radiant book is an exploration of the bond between a daughter and father and the book overflows with some of the most eloquent poetic moments in print. HOME is an invitation, a very personal one, and should not be passed over." - Grady Harp, Hall of Fame Reviewer
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