October 17, 2014

  • The unraveling of fear in your eyes
    blends with the lost and callous blemish
    speaking to myself like daughter babble
    with a bottle in hand
    its easy to eulogize my existence
    as a toy soldier sinking in sand
    multicolored and evolving with a landscape
    scraping nails on walls
    how long will we count the days
    you shrink away from my touch
    like a lost flower to the moon
    no sooner do I speak
    and venom compels out of you
    my soul yearns for your love
    my heart spills for some peace or serenity
    my fascination with the antithese of divinity
    the sins in me
    the words I feel
    but cannot fathom to say
    you tear it all apart with machine gun like
    rapid spray
    and here I am the child with the broken toy
    I am that innocent
    my old wrinkled eyes
    deceive the eyes
    the youthful take in life
    with no direction as your words deafen
    and absorb the entire home
    I will travel around a gray and hungry globe
    a volcano erupting
    your lava falling and dousing my being
    I cannot believe the anger that is a person
    I am seeing
    breathing
    seething
    your eyes spun and dilated
    There is no words to describe my paralysis
    lost in the vacancy of absent happiness
    no matter my moves
    no matter my joy
    you spite me to gain a flutter of ounce of self esteem
    I am in the sand box of your ashes
    there is no in between
    I have yearned for the day to be whole
    but the whole of our seperation
    I cannot condone