Unfinished – A Poem by Brandon White

Unfinished:

Chain fried chicken
and fresh stress,
chasing dollars though
I swore I never would

That was pre-children
and pre-family death explosion
that sent everything familiar
in a thousand different directions

Red light
Stop and stare
into unfamiliar eyes
reflecting

on old dreams
searching for a pulse
Get clean
Get clear

All these
unfinished things
stirring
somewhere


-Brandon White
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