An unconventionally-stylized poem, inspired by my late father. For better or for worse. You were fractured by your life and Barely held together by An invisible outer layer like Tempered glass but icier With all of your sharp edges Still in evidence in The way you talked, The way you walked, and The slap of… Continue reading You Were (12.14.17)
Originally posted on Eyes+Words Blog. Written by Jacob Ibrag And as the game finished between us, you looked outside to the night and asked me a question. You asked if I could take any of these memories back,would I erase them? Like a dream, were we would wake in separate beds and swear that yesterday… Continue reading Question — Eyes + Words
I feel a little empty just now, as if I’ve been drained. My plug has been pulled and my essence Leaks slowly away Soul runs in rivulets all Down my face For the world to see. Pictures and excerpts of me.