SEASONS CHANGE

SEASONS CHANGE

A Poem by Brian Kraklau
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About a dream... ...a vision.... ........a.. .....NIGHTMARE......

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Shattered mirrors
Empty cups and broken plates 
They'll all just have to wait 
For tomorrow's sun is about to come
If any of this would be coherent 
These apparitions that begin to appear 
With tears of blood in the night
Begging for one last kiss
Leaning ever so closer with a hiss

Oh, it has been too long
Too late

Waking to find this shadow long gone
Within the corners of these opaque clutches 
Just as the hands of the clock
Had begun to separate 
The alcohol eventually 
Had to evaporate 

Oh, it has been too long
Too late

For any of us........................................................

© 2015 Brian Kraklau



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A very intense and emotional write. (Just as the hands of the clock Had begun to separate The alcohol eventually Had to evaporate Oh, it has been too long Too late For any of us) Alcohol destroyed my son and I remember the moment of his death as though it were yesterday instead of four years ago. I pray to God this will not be your fate....for you and especially for your mother. (And if perchance this is NOT autobiographical, be glad that your words made such a stark impression on this reader.) ~Sharon

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Brian Kraklau
Brian Kraklau

Las Vegas, NV



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just another human trying to analyze this reality from my own limited perspective. I'm here, there, and throughout each word i write. perhaps in time I could find myself within this mess. outside of t.. more..

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