I don’t
remember
ever seeing
you happy.
Not like
you could have been,
you just denied yourself.
All of
those little wounds
added up on you
after time
and you bled out.
Oh, you
just faded away.
Don’t act
like you don’t owe
an apology
of two.
Baptized
into a rare
cult of individuals.
I swear,
you couldn’t hide
your contrarian view,
not even
long enough
for us to help you.
You suffer in silence
while the rest of us
suffer
in concert
with you.
No one is coming
to beg you.
It’s obvious this is just
the thing you use
to draw us in,
hold us down,
and make us clean
your wounds.
How does it feel
to know silence
surrounds you now?
It’s all you
ever really wanted.
So that
is what
we are giving you.
Martyr to your solitude.
HG – 2019
