Whatever is Fun?
A Poem by Gordon Kuhn, Poet in the Rain
Copyright 2013 All rights reserved by Gordon Kuhn
Memories,
Wish they were lost in the rain
But, instead
They follow me, and I lick the pain
I am tricked to believe
That somehow
Someway
Someday
It will all go and leave me
To be just
Me
Instead the battle grows
And I
Am losing ground, life blows
When you
Are having fun?
But then I’m done
So what is fun?
The stain
Flows deep, dark, black red
As if
I were truly, really dead
Cut me
Cut myself and see it run
See it leave
Like it was really done
Really done
Whatever is fun? 10/6/13
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