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Dilapidated

A Poem

By Kyle KutzPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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I've been trapped,Within this home,For years.

Watching paint peel,Slowly,Amid mildew splotches.

Unable to peekThrough the boarded windows,

Nailed snugly byMy mother,Father,Therapist,“Friends,”Lost love,My son.

His name would've been Cole.

Daddy loves you,Cole.

Please come home.

I put up fresh wallpaperIn your room.

New tinker toys,A crib,And countless pairs of footy pajamas.

If you'd like,We'll even get you a dogNamed Patches.You'll grow old together.

Please come home.

I miss your heartbeatWithin the womb.Your midnight kicksThat made mommy giggle.

I just wantTo play catchIn the backyard.

To pat you on the headAnd tell you,Face-to-face,That I love you.

Is it too lateTo tear downThese boards?

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About the Creator

Kyle Kutz

Kyle Kutz is a recent graduate of Kutztown University, earning his B.A. in professional writing. His work has appeared in Expressions, Essence, Shoofly, Draft, The Jet Press, Better Than Starbucks!, and Gumption.

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