Blood Red

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He lies on the floor
unable to move or speak
I leave him there
that angry man
and let his mind expire

the ambulance arrives
carries him away
he cannot move
the right half of him
is paralyzed

my youth
spent away living
in a den of darkness
the bedroom was only
a place for bitter dreams

beaten by his temper
neglected by his need
for wealth
I turn soft with sweets
hands cripple in a cry
feet frozen in the sand

I choose to leave
this place of comfort
a closet full of clothes
vestiges of camouflage
for a lonely barren life

don’t know, don’t know
I’ve lost my honest voice
where do I go
how can I stand
on these trembling legs

God give me strength
I must not give in
to buckling knees
die my mother’s death
her pockets torn…
with old regrets

Genie Nakano, Published 2015 in “Bright Stars”, Editor M. Kei

For my all Sisters this is Woman’s Month.

Published by genienakano

I love writing--It's my joy, my therapy--my confession. I'm a performer, dancer, yoga and meditation instructor, write a poetry column for Rafu Shimpo. Growth and love of life is a key to my happiness.

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