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Saturday, April 30, 2005

poem for darth vader

a little boy,
angry, afraid

a frightened little boy
with the strength of a man,
and the passion

this boy cannot grow old,
or only all at once, in a moment
the boy dies
and the man is startled into existence,
spiteful and sad,
immortal but with nothing to live for

and always so lonely,
longing for lost love,
a mother, a wife,
a son

1 comment:

TK8103 said...

His only companion... fear.
I love you, Mrs. TK!