Where Was The Whip Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Where Was The Whip
Where was the whip
That was used on me?
It was in the sub-conscious.
The mask I saw torn
And both my parents
Faces appeared.
Aghast the crowing tomb
Yawning, creaking
In the shades and silhouettes
Of the trees, of the tombs
And monuments of fear
Wednesday, January 23, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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