Robert Peters
Born and raised Chicagoan. Adopted and mixed. Proud to be a liberal progressive.
The Tracks
A Poem of My MindThe tracks run like my mind at night Thoughts of despair, anger, and fear Thoughts of the missing Thoughts of the fucked up losses Thoughts of the raging adult adolescence Thoughts that are like demons fucking our inner angels Thoughts of a great potential fucked by emptiness Thoughts of family gone afar Thoughts of my soul bodiless Thoughts of love lost by fear. Lost like smoke from the burning cigarette in my 15 year old and childish hands Thoughts of my father in his dying eyes on…Robert Peters1 min read