The certainty of seeing your face
When I arrived in the hidden place
Was gone forever in a split-second
Head down on the table like
You were sleeping, an eternal rest
Great sadness in the center of my chest
Those days are gone now
Pictures in storybooks
Cemented in my mind’s eye
No need to cry any longer
Your spirit is forever with me
(Photo by Suzy Hazelwood from Pexels)
I’m the type of person who puts my entire heart into everything I do
Love pours out from me like a tipped over water glass
Drenching everything on the map in front of me
Lines get blurred, everything mixes together
All aspects of my life live in harmony
Until the day that a sinkhole appears
The water rushes away from all areas of the map
And vanishes into this black abyss
Leaving only my tears to water to the desert my life
(Photo by Eric Muhr on Unsplash)
I’ve taken painstaking care
to avoid this moment
when the hot solar flares
take away my chance at atonement
for the crimes I’ve committed
& the lovers I’ve lost
for the criminals I’ve acquitted
& the innocent lives it cost
(more…)
my body, dissolved in acid
is a fitting way for life’s end
terminate the contract of
my earthly stay
if you must
(more…)my fragile heart
cannot bear this world –
my heart is hard, scarred
after witnessing breaks of
societal conduct
street-rioters that make me
want to flee
to calmer colony planets
in sci-fi futures
where utopian dreams
are realized & we live up
to our potentials
(Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash)
There are ghosts in my family –
I realize this as my mother tells tales
of a biological grandfather I never knew
who blew smoke in my face
when I was two
of years my father spent in jail
of anxiety that permeates
the family tree, which is
diseased & hollowed
about to crumple & topple
into grayish dirt
(Photo by Dikaseva on Unsplash)
