and if this is sorrow let it bleed the page <br />let it seep through the floorboards <br />let it rock the foundation of nothingness that it took 30 years to build <br />& seventeen seconds to demolish. let it be more than the screaming cries of a four year old boy who happened to depend on you, as is often the case with children and their fathers. <br />let it happen to be <br />a long time ago <br />in unfurnished student housing <br />where we broke the bed with our lust <br />and our love and the desire of the possessed. <br />now watch me wait until she dies <br />for me to do that then would be apropos <br />i have to wait but not that long <br />not another time this lengthy <br />and then i too can be gone <br />and if he wants to stand at the screen door <br />and scream for me, <br />so fucking be it.<br /><br />Pasha Satara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gonna-die-pome/
