
Posted in free verse, poem
Tags: echolalia, free verse, poetry, puppet, readwritepoem, readwriteword, relentless, repetition, sorrow, stammer, stutter, Tourette syndrome, trapped
Roy: “I've...seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-Beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost...in time. Like tears... In the rain.”
Deckard: "I don't know why he saved my life. Maybe in those last moments he loved life more than he ever had before. Not just his life... anybody's life... my life. All he'd wanted was the same answers the rest of us want. Where do I come from? Where am I going? How long have I got? All I could do was sit there and watch him die."
Robobert's watching!