peter pan

peter pan                                    January 16, 2016
i read the poem i wrote for you
and i’m living like i’m fifteen again
with no one to feed me

the old women see the hope
of at least the lost children
have found one another
and can cling together
but they do not know
our story’s end
of separation, desperation
your betrayal
my weekend in jail

they do not know why she was forsaken
or that she still mourns for you
and has had nothing to eat
but those cookie bars today

i’m going to try to rework
that poem so that it tells
the whole story
of our never land
and how even when peter pan
finished university
he still aches for his lost wings.


About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. My most recent completed endeavor was finishing BA's in Religious Studies and American Studies. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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