Been walking in the rain
Again
Eyes wet with tears
Another time
The sun won't shine
Cobbled streets
Becoming stranger
Every minute
It's been an hour
Going round in circles
In the dark
Inspired by the sorrow
Thought about swimming
In the rip tides
Once more
Burning mouth
Devil's tongue
Slivered like the snake's
Could charm the birds
With an angel's voice
Headed towards
The barrel of the gun
Or the bottom
Of a bottle of pills
Erase these thoughts
If you please
The dead man's rope
Foremost on my
Morbid thoughts
Illucid for a second
I see the ghosts
That carry the chains
Of my enslavement
Addicted to sadness
How do you end
The illusions of
Misery
How do you end
The illusions of
Indigence
The reality of
Privilege
Stings like the shards
of my self-flagellation
Home now
The welcome mat
Upside down
Could read it with ease
Go away
This suicidal striptease
Husband has the kettle on
Children playing
I shed my shell
And the warmth embraces me
Like my father's arms
Go near the fire
To dry the saline
Sip my tea and smile
Dutiful wife, no
Stubborn as a mule
His headache
Every other moment
Yet here we are
Bound by the love
That feeds my will
To survive
The demons
That try to
Consume my soul
Daughter looks like me
She is me in another
Space and time
Except she is not me
Sons tease my memory
Too much like their Dad
Actually
Forest at the back door
Offers respite
From the confusion
Faeries spread pixie dust
On the floor
Like dew drops
On the moor
I sink into his conversation
Twine my fingers
In his
Close my eyes
Rest my head on his chest
And suddenly
His heartbeats
Fire like gunshots
At the soldiers
Of my sorrow
All dead now
It'll be the same
Tomorrow.
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