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Day 353 – Papa Bear

A music box plays from the depths somewhere
where Papa Bear still lives,
one haunting note
in a perfect existence
which refuses to believe he is there.

But dreams bring him back
unexpected,
captain of a sunken heart,
rising through the waves
to point a bony finger-

I killed him some time ago.

And now he is memories of sand,
of the paradise we never could reach,
and I have long given up
trying to find
a song to drown out his echo.

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5 thoughts on “Day 353 – Papa Bear

    • Actually this one was written in the middle of the night because I couldn’t stop thinking about it! They usually take anywhere from 10 minutes to an hour, and since I’m a fiend for time management (being a teacher, I have to be) it’s not too hard to squeeze in my daily writing time.

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